| Are you shivering? |
| Are you cold?
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| Are you bathed in silver or drowned in gold?
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| This dream’s a vitality
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| With filaments as fine as a spider’s web
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| Pour through your mouth
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| That pour through your mouth
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| O river of silver, O river of flowers
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| I lie down and shiver in your silver river
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| Out drips the last drop of this vital fluid
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| Our life has grown weary
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| The stars have grown old
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| Are you still shivering?
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| Are you still cold?
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| Are you loathsome tonight?
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| Does your madness shine bright?
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| Are you loathsome tonight?
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| In the oceans of the moon
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| Swimming squidlike and squalid
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| This bright moon is a liquid
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| The dark earth is a solid
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| This is moon music in the light of the moon |