Words pour through my ears and out my mouth
rushing, gushing, through and through
And soon they cease to have meaning
and are only
Sound.
Come to me, sounds,
Teach me your exotic merry-go-rounds
Dance tasselled boots in the campfire snow
Kashi, kashi,
na tsorashi,
Kashi, kashi
nu a ni.
Kashi, kashi,
na tsorashi,
Kashi, nu a ni.
Na tsoretsa
nu ai schi,
Pa umsidyets
korachi.
Kashi, kashi
na tsorashi,
Kashi, nu a ni.
Tasselled boots in the campfire snow.
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