Sitting on a high stool in a cottage room
I thought to myself
Where did my freedom go?
Sitting on a high stool in a cottage room
I lent myself a whisper
Where did my freedom go?
Singing on that stool
I sat there in the shadow of a roof
White colored surface
Waiting to reflect a light
In a shadowed room
The curtains of the windows
Were half open
Lending itself to the view
Of a clear starry night
The moonlight gave in
The room still dark
The white colored surface
Waiting to reflect a light
In the shadowed room
Looking at the moonlight
Through the curtains
Into the clear starry night
I lent my self a whisper
Sitting on a high stool in a cottage room
Where did my freedom go?
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