Oh sweet victory that enters the times
A lovely dance in the passing of nights
A sweet chance to behold the rapid rhymes
Marching my way to my solemnly rights
Oh beauty, is it you that shakes me so
Or the color of your succulent lips
Show me your calm way, so that I may go
Into the sea with your immortal hips
The abysmal waters here are calm
And the holy, white wind blows a cool breeze
My heart is at peace without any harm
I can see what it means to be at ease
So long, pettiness of the undead earth!
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Cease and behold! The flowery gate!
It stings my flesh with never ending sight
As I lay down in waste, hoping that
God will lay me down in the quietest of ways.
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