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If my words were not worthy of your lips, then pick up a heavy stone and shatter my mouth.
O seven seas, bestow pearls and transmute these things of brass;
My saki rises without my speaking and brings that wine of abundant price.
You are my life, you are my life, my life; you are my own, you are my own, my own.
A cry went up from my tavern, the heavens were split by my litany:
Come nearer, my pretty idol, my sympathetic idol of like hue with me.
Lovers, lovers, whoever sees His face, his reason becomes distraught, his habit confounded.
The glow of the light of daybreak is in your emerald vault, the goblet of the blood of twilight is your blood-measuring bowl.