| Rake Your Nails Across the Firmament |
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| Awake now, you who sent me down |
| From the hills into the towns |
| Awake now, you whose scent meets |
| With that of the kills in the downs |
| I did not awake you through the winter |
| I have let you wander by yourself through the summer |
| In spring and fall you are mine |
| Awake now, you whose name breaks the waves |
| Awake now, you whose name sounds like thunder |
| I did give unto you your crown, the seventh diadem |
| I have taken from you, the mantle of God |
| In blood and grief you are mine |
