Remarkable in the eyes of the living,
Crossing the sea to the sky
At the afternoon, with the cloud burning gold,
Hyacinth in this breast,
The motion of my lips, I am surprised to speak.

To hear the weak strong,
Recall the face of the darkness.
I have found grace before thee,
My spirit is new, this body, the old store.

And walk the streets of the new city
Where some like the angels gather you

Together in the flower of,
Nevertheless, here and now,

With these I am walking in the streets of the city;
Can find the royal throne.

Inhabited place in Heaven,
The whole night we stayed late to dream and talk,
O, another drink of living water
Mixed with his eyes, darker than wine.

 

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