When the sun is a circle,
a circle within a circle of fire,
at that hour
I have people around me.
No I am not alone, no not alone.
Orange red flames
of the roses-roses-roses.
Orange above! Orange above!
From the forest as green as moss.
I have chosen my friends around me.
For love ahahahah,
can you believe in something else
than being together and being one,
being alone with each other?
Face in twilight.
People around me.
Singing and soft whispers.
People around around me.
Music and empty glasses.
People around me.
The dancing of fools.
People around me.
Rowing a boat, playing around< br/>and the buttercups bloom,
a sunflower and hogweed,
the sky white gray clear blue.
When there are white stars,
moon and planets are distant and soft,
the night laughs,
then I have people around me.
No I am not alone, no not alone.
Oh nights that I looked for you
in the summer-summer-summer
far from the pond in the forest
and the warm smell of honey everywhere.
In the wind ahahahaha,
I can believe in something else
than always be and be eternal,
forever and everywhere?
With children and animals.
People around me.
Midsummer night pleasures.
People around me.< br/>And lie by the fire.
People around me.
At twenty-five o'clock.
People around me.
Love without clothes
and always something learn differently.
And dance with the band of the heart,
a song that no one else knows.
When the sleet mortar
evaporates the cloud stock into snow
and angel hair,
then I have people around me.
No, I am not alone, no, not alone.
A group of friends
in the colorful round-round-round.
That works to Den Bosch,
sweet dear Gerritje.
Can I warm myself by their fire,
but a wall of crystalline scales
will separate us ahahahaha.
I should have but a hammer in the morning
that would break the glass cold
of silence around me.
People around me.
People around me.
Never alone , never alone.
People around me.
Never alone.
People around me.
Never alone.

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