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I lift you up like a
sapling, my best burden: for
to me you are weightless.

In this city of wonder
this peaceful city
I shall be joyful, even
when I am dead. You
shall reign, or grieve
or perhaps receive my crown:
for you are my first born!

Bent with worry, God
paused, to smile.
And look, there were many
holy angels with bodies of

the radiance he had
given them,
some with enormous wings and
others without any,

which is why I weep
so much
because even more than God
himself I love his fair angels.

dancers,
players upon pipes: we have been
the queens of the whole world!

first scarcely covered by rags,
then with constellations in our hair, in
gaol and at feasts we have
bartered away heaven

the mountain mourned. It will not let us go.

And yet they say it is by the pull of
an abyss, that you measure height

Beneath this caressing, plush blanket
I call up yesterday's dream

Today or tomorrow the snow will melt.

Today or tomorrow the snow will melt.

your time will come, my lines

my ear attends to you

And tears are water, blood is water,
a woman always washes in blood and tears.
Love is a step-mother, and no mother:
then expect no justice or mercy from her.

- Yesterday he looked in my eyes

"God's too much God, worm - too much worm!"