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It is all right. All they do
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and the voice of man was never dear to me,
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is the covenant of night, crawling in my body
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Like someone carefully not looking at a scorpion
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Let others claim a higher love:
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But love me for love’s sake, that evermore
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The rock lives in the desert, solid, taking its time.
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wide from the slowly smoldering fire
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And where the sky’s a pale blue cup
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I want to stay in that music without striving or cover.