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Linger under the flamboyant tree 
till the sun has burnt the sky black 
and the day has grown older 
In the territory of the flamboyant tree 
where sunflower radiates at sunset, 
lilies slumber and toads snore 
In the shadow of the young flamboyant tree 
away from the death dispensers 
held by young rebels, hurrying to their grave 
At that brief moment before today 
passes the baton of time to tomorrow 
in this galactic relay of our universe 
I will appear like a gasified hero 
my path lighted by the fireflies 
my ears filled with the rituals of cicadas 
to take you to another world 
where war is forbidden 
but peace is aged and sick 
Farewell flamboyant refuge; 
paradise of cicadas.

FLAMBOYANT REFUGE