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- u80ici1.11h53. Thou art He, O God! O my darling! my child! my plaything!
- Thou art like a cluster of maidens, like a multitude of swans upon the lake.
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- 54. I feel the essence of softness.
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- 55. I am hard and strong and male; but come Thou! I shall be soft and weak
- and feminine.
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- 56. Thou shalt crush me in the wine-press of Thy love. My blood shall stain
- Thy fiery feet with litanies of Love in Anguish.
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- 57. There shall be a new flower in the fields, a new vintage in the
- vineyards.
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- 58. The bees shall gather a new honey; the poets shall sing a new song.
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- 59. I shall gain the Pain of the Goat for my prize; and the God that sitteth
- upon the shoulders of Time shall drowse.
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- 60. Then shall all this which is written be accomplished: yea, it shall be
- accomplished.
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