| In thee place where all spirits rest
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| I leave my soul to touch the fate of fire
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| So proud, so strong, but yet, desperate as it fades
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| While thoughts and pictures remind me of you…
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| …you, sweet as any dandle drop of blood
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| Liquid fire, mother of thee carnal desires
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| Emblem of my manor and all those…
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| All those who dance, attendance on my equestrian golden effigy
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| I’m supping the juices of eternal life
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| Going astray by the marvelous muscatel grape
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| And I think no end of this enormous river, yet soft caressing like
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| As my throat is being victimized by fluid earthly seeds
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| I’ve become enamoured of fire’s beauty
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| Alike deep white cygnets of lakewaters blue green sky
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| Someday I’ll be one who’ll elope with her, the enchantress
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| However, no sooner said than done, and… it lasts
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| …until the ends of the world |