Man:
the parrot is flying over the volcano
the bird is losing its feather
the ball of parrots is beginning
in the fog in the rain
at night with riders of eternity
in aurora and infinity
parrots love you
wolf like this dreamer and the gorgeous simpleton
from extinct volcanoes
your parrot likes to touch souls
Wolf:
parrots adoring new
the lyrical and human fulfillment
their soul collect an ambrosia
and the heart of a parrot
is an eternal flame
the parrots are collected
around the lilies of the valley
druids on this romantic night
are waiting for dreams
also of wise owls
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