| Build up the fire
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| Build up the one, true love
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| I stoke the aces and stake a show of Deadman’s bluff
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| Snuff out the aegis
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| Raze out the aeon flux
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| And of that fire
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| And by the ages I sought from you
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| In true blue
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| Must I alone of oceans born and make
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| And, wanton moon again be by sleep to wake
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| The workmen tires anew
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| His ship saddened along the route
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| Yet at journey’s end a journey has no fools
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| What once was tender scene is now jubilee
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| And your sanctuary becomes jubilee
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| God sense soul
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| They blossom under a dream
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| An orchard’s child
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| Flower round you’ll catch conceit
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| Not now nor will thee unmask by spectral means
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| I’ve known of Earth’s sky
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| A robin’s tears draw mist from mud
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| To slumber untouched
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| Prodigal and lame
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| Serene, yet grace born
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| Temperate, yet dead in laurels
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| From sphere and dome I yield escape
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| If there’s no excuse that I could ever will to suit
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| Then how do they satisfy a vengeance I’ve failed to roost?
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| What once was tender scene is now jubilee
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| And your sanctuary becomes jubilee
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| Lark in thy view
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| Glow worms spin sails for thy breath
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| Our faeries fairest ship sends a most oft regret
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| The virgin ground pounds proud hearts to transience
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| As sadness is one
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| A faeries strength is in the murk
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| Yet tending by firsts
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| Just who abides the melancholic kiss
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| When your upward sob’s a comet called autumn from May
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| Beneath pleasure and arms astronomers trade for stars
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| But I never knew that you were one of ours
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| What once was tender scene is now jubilee
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| And your sanctuary becomes jubilee |