Rejoicing!
I can't still see;My soul's eyes are too weak,
To onlook The Almighty;
I can see the purple river,
In which my pleasure flows,
Well-joined with my body,
And my desire of living is so embracing that,
Sometimes I don't know when to stop;
My life is getting naked,
By a dancing god,
Whereas it's good to die,
To be alive!
My death is smiling,
At the gates of Love,
And my mouth sings
The psalms,
Of a golden torch!
A true revolution begins,
By laughing at.
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