A Living Dream

Far from the place that I lie,

An angel is, full of laugh ‘nd cry.

Who cares her sorrow, who cares her moan?

Who plaits her hair, who caresses such a roan?

Whence she has come, whither goes?

Wherefore she is sad, Whimpers pose?

I saw her a long time ago,

Humming a Heavell song of ego.