you drink our marrow,
then fill our bones with swords,
we are as burning mint
in a forgotten garden,
thirsting for an eclipse
shalome � 2004
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| Oh pervading sorrow you drink our marrow, then fill our bones with swords, we are as burning mint in a forgotten garden, thirsting for an eclipse shalome � 2004 |
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