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We must march, my darling over there beyond the seas up the mountains steep, the world we seize. So impatient, so young fresh and strong, full of pride. We take up the task eternal, All the past we leave behind; not for us the tame enjoyment, piercing deep primal need. Till the sound of far, far off the day-break call. Yet a passing hour I yield to you, as we go Oh resistless, restless Oh beloved Oh my breast aches with tender love I am rapt! with love Delicate mistress, starry mistress, fanged and warlike mistress, we must never yield or falter, on and on, moving yet and never stopping All the pulses of the world Falling in, they beat for us, steady moving Never must you be divided Holding together, move united Sweet silent lovers, you may sleep. My soul and body, curious with dreams, wandering amid the shadows with the apparitions All the dazzling days all the mystic nights Has the night descended? Do the sleepers sleep, the blanket on the ground? have they locked and bolted the doors? Was the road of late so toilsome?
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Jan 19, 2010
Jan 19, 2010 at 5:59 PM UTC
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We must march, my darling over there beyond the seas up the mountains steep, the world we seize. So impatient, so young fresh and strong, full of pride. We take up the task eternal, All the past we leave behind; not for us the tame enjoyment, piercing deep primal need. Till the sound of far, far off the day-break call. Yet a passing hour I yield to you, as we go Oh resistless, restless Oh beloved Oh my breast aches with tender love I am rapt! with love Delicate mistress, starry mistress, fanged and warlike mistress, we must never yield or falter, on and on, moving yet and never stopping All the pulses of the world Falling in, they beat for us, steady moving Never must you be divided Holding together, move united Sweet silent lovers, you may sleep. My soul and body, curious with dreams, wandering amid the shadows with the apparitions All the dazzling days all the mystic nights Has the night descended? Do the sleepers sleep, the blanket on the ground? have they locked and bolted the doors? Was the road of late so toilsome?
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Jan 19, 2010
Jan 19, 2010 at 5:59 PM UTC
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