Through a yet undiscovered land Still shrouded by snows, Past mountain creeks, past upright stones, Past blue cupolas bursting with light, Past black trees atremble With the anticipation of spring, Past magnetic fields that mess with our heads, Past golden corpses that enter to watch us sleep, Past plans well-laid yet anonymous Walks a boy, And he's simply in love, And what am I to do with him? The abstract of Woman observes him with half-opened eyes, The abstract of Justice has already summed up his lot. People know he will fall, and are starting up pools as to where, how and when, And they're right. They're right, of course they're right. But this is not quite it: Past ice statues with the eyes of those I used to know, Past a heart devastated so much it's too tired to live, Past explications of causes, absoutions of sins Walks a boy. And he's simply in love, And what am I to do with him? Past the wild and the tender, Past this and the other side of the glass, Past drunks and druids, And those who can live without wine. I've got but one voice, And I must sing what I'm here to sing. Only one heart, and it won't refuse to love. Can't, doesn't want to. Won't refuse to love. Through the juniper wind, Through the clearest of flames, In the crystal twilight, Starlight and hearthlight, Choked up with tenderness For this sky and this earth As my son says to me, "Lord, come and be a nightingale." So let's begin with joy.
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