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Io Io Pan Pan Wreathed in flowers, feet wreathed in fire, eyes twinkle dark, shining from the lyre Io Pan Io Pan Pan Sun burning red and pregnant, possibility, paradox Io Pan Pan Io Pan Sun giving life, father gives the Word, He taketh away just as He giveth and He giveth and maketh the grass green Io Io Pan Io Pan Pan He gives the fire, He taketh it away Io Pan Pan Pan Io From over the sea the stars blinking with rapidity Io Pan Io Pan Pan Lust in the rivers, hate in the mountains, the hills are sighing, the Nymphs are naked Io Pan The moon, mother, matronly marvel give us the sight true sight to see with shining gaze perfume flowers in ***** ****** daze Io Pan Io Pan Pan Pan The marble thigh, the glass eye, bathed in blood on bridal bed of burning Io Pan Pan Pan Io Pan Pan Envy the golden python, throw thyself towards the golden dawn bathed in the flowers of perfumed fawn Io Pan Io Pan Pan Thrusting sword into ferns of folding, the damp, the wicked the opened eye the one hand clapping Pan Pan Pan Io Reside in the grasp of the vermillion snake the vermin moving in meadows thorny meadows lie silent in silver shadows Io Io Pan Flowers on the gypsy rod, fleshy gate of God bleeding and burning Io Pan Io Pan Pan
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Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 4:29 PM UTC
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Io Io Pan Pan Wreathed in flowers, feet wreathed in fire, eyes twinkle dark, shining from the lyre Io Pan Io Pan Pan Sun burning red and pregnant, possibility, paradox Io Pan Pan Io Pan Sun giving life, father gives the Word, He taketh away just as He giveth and He giveth and maketh the grass green Io Io Pan Io Pan Pan He gives the fire, He taketh it away Io Pan Pan Pan Io From over the sea the stars blinking with rapidity Io Pan Io Pan Pan Lust in the rivers, hate in the mountains, the hills are sighing, the Nymphs are naked Io Pan The moon, mother, matronly marvel give us the sight true sight to see with shining gaze perfume flowers in ***** ****** daze Io Pan Io Pan Pan Pan The marble thigh, the glass eye, bathed in blood on bridal bed of burning Io Pan Pan Pan Io Pan Pan Envy the golden python, throw thyself towards the golden dawn bathed in the flowers of perfumed fawn Io Pan Io Pan Pan Thrusting sword into ferns of folding, the damp, the wicked the opened eye the one hand clapping Pan Pan Pan Io Reside in the grasp of the vermillion snake the vermin moving in meadows thorny meadows lie silent in silver shadows Io Io Pan Flowers on the gypsy rod, fleshy gate of God bleeding and burning Io Pan Io Pan Pan
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Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 4:29 PM UTC
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