In this dream I can be found
frozen by the sun, under the ground.
Flying – wings open wide
in tiny nutshells I hide.
In this dream I can be seen
out of mist, scent and heavenly clean,
blood-stained and cursed
I rise from your pain.
In this dream I commit all the sins,
and remain bright-white as the ice,
be forgiven all vileness and have no fear
of what one might call me, not blades and nor spears.
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