Bliss, O Man, you shall not seek in blood
Waves of violence break out from stirrings subterranean
Opening the floodgates of damnation sure and certain
You might be offered kingdoms and crowns gorgeous
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Let me light this lamp
And count myself blessed
Let me have no vanity unwarranted
To imagine the light I kindle aright
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Deepen my sight inward, O all-seeing Eye!
Will I die of fright,
Is it why thou shrouds my view out of thy compassion infinite?
Soothing sights are there no longer for me
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Please don't look for perfection
In the context of bestowal of affection
Mother bestows her benediction
Upon her little darlings even unto self-extinction
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Though the flesh is weak, the spirit is ready and willing
Solitary songs as well as songs in chorus dwell in me ringing
May be vanity, I am confident there is something beyond sound and fury
My notes are simply waves on the surging ocean, yet they are surging
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Sudden vanishings stir up vibrations intense
Very much alive, those who remain salute the departed ones
Brevity of earthly sojourn needn't dishearten us
All blossoming lapses into withering dolorous
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One who misses a lilac forever
Perhaps misses the bloom entire
Grieving over missing is human to the core
And that is what makes meeting so special and dear
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That foul play, however foul it be, for a brief spell
Must condemn the player to an eternity of pain and peril
Is scandalous to human ethical sense
Who will willingly choose misery eternal
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Riding on horses is perhaps a bit outmoded
Yet it holds its charm even in these times advanced
Particularly for the bubbling young looking forward
The ride smacks no longer of dense raging blood
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