Sing! Heavenly Muses North! East! South! West! Speak! Sing! Your native tongue! Weep! Your salty tears Sugar divining heaven in a manner I smell your skin soaked thoughts And know What is inside me Is also inside you Tell me Whisper to me as to your lowest servant, What does a child sound like? Where have we come from to come here? And where are we going? The night is come upon the land Where are you now my beloved? If I should die before we wake I pray to you my soul to take |
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