I know you are there
Watching, you that made yourself,
Gazing and gazing down here
To see what I'd make of myself.
But there is a subtle mind
On which a dark cold rain falls.
It is silent as cold blood,
Broken, falling down like walls.
Would the stars ever glow for me?
Would the silent God speak as in yore?
From primordial silence, break me;
Ay, break me, a virgin, make me pure!
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