Rest at pale evening...

Night coming tenderly

Dark like me-

To fling my arms wide

That is my dreｒｅａｄ.9９ｃｓｗ•coｍam!

In the face of the sun,

Beneath a tall tree

In some place of九*九*藏*書 the sun,

Then rest at cool evening

Dance! Whirl! Whirl!

Till the white day is dｒeａd.９９csw•cｏｍone.

To whirl and to dance

To fling my arms wide

While night comes on gently,

A tarｅａd•99cｓw•cｏmll, slim tree...

Till the quick day is done.

Black like me.