In pain and in pleasure
You are there with me, my dear
That I know here.
I am in thirst, I am in hunger,
You are smiling at me, my dear
That I know from the river.
I see and I hear, you are
The creator of all horrors, my dear
That I know from the fire and
From the water.
You are my peace, you are my love,
But you are the razor, my dear
Who is with me here in this winter
To create a new culture.
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