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I Am, you fearful one. ('I am, you scared one.

Don't you hear me)


'I am, you scared one. Do not you hear me
burn against you with all my senses?
My feelings that found wings
encircle your face knows.
Don't you see my soul as it closes
standing before you in a dress of silence?
Doesn't ripen my mail prayer
in your eyes as in a tree?
If you're the dreamer, I'm your dream.
But if you want to wake up, I am your will
and become powerful in all glory
and round me like a starry stillness
over the whimsical city of time.

I am, you fearful one. Don't you hear me


with all my senses burning you?
my feelings, which have taken wings,
make white circles around your face.
do you not see my soul, which tightly
stands before you dressed in silence?
isn't my springlike prayer ripening
upon your vision like a tree?

if you are the dreamer, I am your dream;


yet when you want to wake, I am your will,
and become stronger and magnificent
and turn myself into a silent star
above the strange town of time
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