| Those flowers grew tauta grapho humin
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| Hina, and Babylon blethesetai
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| Babylon kai never found but
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| In your heart the ghost of Gary Glitter
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| In black dragon dance
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| Blethesetai blethesetai
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| There was no Hanging Garden
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| Nor sable nor nail
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| And Saul became Paul
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| Before the ascent on his fall
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| From Adam to Eden
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| And from Eve at the Beast
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| From Cain at the apocryphal pomegranate feast
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| From the moving fingers
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| That wrote for the šarrum
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| And the crash of the image
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| And the death of the lineage
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| From Shadrach and Mishach
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| At knee in the flame
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| With their friend in the end
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| In purpureal stain
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| From the tip of my tongue
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| To the drought in your heart
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| From the ships in the sky
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| And the pyramid eye
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| From the cobbler at rest
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| And the night in her nest
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| And the firemen at play
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| Whilst her moon eats the day
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| From the singing fingers
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| And the hooves of the stars
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| From the heavenly writing
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| That is written in dusk
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| From the archer and the scorpion
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| And the stars behind them
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| From the goodnights and sleeptights
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| At the end of the knife
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| From the «thank Christ»
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| And «praise God»
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| When we’re naked as bone
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| From the ghost on the telephone
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| Screaming for home
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| From the quick in their bed
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| And the beds of the dead
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| From the ÉN šiptu
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| In the clay
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| And the utter Judgement Day
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| For the plagues and the rage
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| And the noose of the news
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| Through the barrage of mirage
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| That barcodes through rays
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| As a thief in a blink
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| With the Lamb as the link
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| As the question and answer
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| The prophetic Cross dancer
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| The gift and the rift
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| The present and desert
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| The field of bled woods
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| The farmer in Akeldama
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| The leukos the logos
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| The alpha the pi
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| The burster of graves
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| The looser of slaves
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| The fear in the night
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| When Nyx mounts the light
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| The spring in your step
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| And the bend of your neck
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| To the sword with no peace
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| Nor cozy release
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| To the camel the cub
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| The JayBird above
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| The warrior
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| The quarreler
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| The quarrier
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| Angry as clouds
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| Drowned by the rain
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| Lashed my flower high
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| And said «thank you night»
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| Make the clay as wet as your wedge
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| The Greek dark mouth
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| Copper or bronze dusk
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| More like I am approaching the
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| Traingod and I shout at you
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| «Pentagram hexagram
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| Under your telegram»
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| With your Hammurabi eyes
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| And your Serapis smiles
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| Your spirits of the air
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| Ran through me
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| I vanished which celluloid gift
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| Told me that
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| Or hit me with Spermes
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| The winged seed
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| Or the flurries of your treat
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| Bend your eyes into her
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| She was the pinnacle mysterial
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| The finger at the tip of your heart
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| The mist of milk
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| I recalled your eyes entered
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| Into the ChristAll mountains
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| Often tasted your breath
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| Heard the angelic breaths
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| Parter
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| And praying I would descend or ascend
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| Into the whole
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| I went to hear messengers clash
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| Or Spell time out
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| In constellar pieces
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| Touched your dark close
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| Cloud to my closed lips
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| And waited for St. Mary to announce
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| Bells forever at a quarter to ten |