Marry me again my love
marry me every day
only you are my rising sun
that warms the wheat
waving on the plain of me
only you, you are the only one.
You open the vessel of my heart
and make sweet blood to flow again.
It was the Spirit that joined us,
and I bow to you, her jewel.
She made you in a rough furnace
as once in a rare while she might,
rare you are, as one mother star
in a frozen universe of night.
She left you warm and moist,
and when you are around me
I begin to be born again,
for I have been dry, covered in dust.
When you turn to me,
the pendulum shakes,
and the chant begins again,
the one I had forgotten.
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