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Picturing nirvana
In the fields of Bali
Amidst the humid terraces
Under a gods' eye
In the green river
And aside papaya
I fell into a slumber
A deep sleep,
Picturing Nirvana
That is when I tasted
The sweet scent of green banana pancake
Drizzled in coconut juice
And fragrance of youth
Along these terraces
I lay down,
blissfully
The next morning
When meeting the medicine man
He laughed
And said truly,
The god of luck, Barong
Was smiling upon my heart
For this I am truly grateful
Amidst the humid terraces
Under a gods' eye
In the green river
And aside papaya
I fell into a slumber
A deep sleep,
Picturing Nirvana
That is when I tasted
The sweet scent of green banana pancake
Drizzled in coconut juice
And fragrance of youth
Along these terraces
I lay down,
blissfully
The next morning
When meeting the medicine man
He laughed
And said truly,
The god of luck, Barong
Was smiling upon my heart
For this I am truly grateful
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