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Into you I came, into me you came
Into us we become,
for it is a birthing song today:
I am birthing with you
into birth.
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into silken sheet is it wrapped
to protect the seeds
from which all life flourish
and withers away
into death.
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I am dying with you too, dying
throughout this life;
like a cord which there springs
into the autumnal
winters.
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For all the dyes, into death
into me you came
to give birth to Thou and Thy
and I came into you
as a shader
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I am like a pregnant woman,
you the husband
for the colours are divided
but into Sheir
they flow.
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Then to turn, like the rivers
which runs through
the garden which we became
it is the Heirs of us
in tonight.
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For tomorrow may not be;
today never was
and yesterday is forgotten
where are we then ?
Nowhere.
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I am yours, I am truly yours;
there are no doors
for in Thee we both trust
there are no locks -
we are grains.
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For to never leave a child
out of sight lest
it is left somewhere else
than at its home
with Them.
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