| I will bury the seed of a grape
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| In the warmth of the garden
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| And I’ll suck at the vine
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| And pluck at the clusters of pearls
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| To my friends, I will open my heart
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| And then beg of their pardon
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| For why else am I destined to dwell
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| In this undying world?
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| So, come and gather, my comrades
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| And join in the banquet before you
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| Tell me straight to my face
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| What you see when my robe is unfurled
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| And my Father in Heaven
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| Forgive me my sins, I implore you
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| For why else am I destined to dwell
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| In this undying world?
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| All in crimson, my darling will dance for me
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| Singing and sighing
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| All my colorless rags will collapse
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| At her feet as she twirls
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| I will listen, enchanted
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| And know that of love, I am dying
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| For why else am I destined to dwell
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| In this undying world?
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| So, when sunset is curled into every corner
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| And found me
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| I’ll see twisting and tangling
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| Over and over in swirls
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| Blue oxen, white eagles
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| And flounders of gold all around me
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| For why else am I destined to dwell
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| In this undying world?
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| Blue oxen, white eagles
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| And flounders of gold all around me
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| For why else am I destined to dwell
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| In this undying world? |