| I saw a carriage of celestial light
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| Bless your brow with a chalice
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| Of silver liquid sunrise
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| A mysterious semblance of glowing forms
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| Gathered nearby
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| Dimming only in the death-darkly shining eyes
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| Of my summer bride
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| Your patterns paint wraths
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| In umbrellas of flame
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| Great golden crescents
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| Make the shape of your name
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| We drove til we reached a clearing
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| At the edge of the universe
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| Seeming lik we had been swallowed
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| In a dreamy cremonial trance
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| We watched the tide of the language of the sky
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| Give its cyclical verse
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| And the trees absorbed our spirits
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| In a strange and endless rebirth
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| Renew us forever
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| Wychwood Shrine
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| As I take her hand and he will take mine
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| She will take mine
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| Wychwood Shrine
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| Wychwood Shrine… |