You drunk me up

With your sweet wine

Of shining moon

And mescaline.

Come sigh.

Come sigh.

Come whisper near.

Fall from your Self

And fly.

And fly.

Let’s dance upon an angel’s tear

Embraced against

The widowed sky.

Come drunk us up

With pleasured wine

Of shining moon

And mescaline.

And if our passion,

It don’t prove,

We’ll feather down

To sip and soothe

So twist a fever

Up and riled

And twist a river clear.

And sigh.

And sigh.

And fall from Self

And come, babe,

Whisper near.

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