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Come, let us no more reason together; let us enjoy! Let us be ourselves, silent, unique, apart.
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O lonely woods of the world! In what recesses will ye hide our love?
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The forest of the spears of the Most High is called Night, and Hades, and the Day of Wrath; but I am His captain, and I bear His cup.
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Fear me not with my spearmen! They shall slay the demons with their petty prongs. Ye shall be free.
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Ah, slaves! ye will not - ye know not how to will.
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Yet the music of my spears shall be a song of freedom.
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A great bird shall sweep from the abyss of Joy, and bear ye away to be my cup-bearers.
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Come, O my God, in one last rapture let us attain to the Union with the Many!
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In the silence of Things, in the Night of Forces, beyond the accursed domain of the Three, let us enjoy our love!