[Efthimis KARADIMAS 1995]
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In thee place where all spirits rest
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I leave my soul to touch the fate of fire
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So proud, so strong, but yet, desperate as it fades
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while thoughts and pictures remind me of you...
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...you, sweet as any dandle drop of blood
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liquid fire, mother of thee carnal desires
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emblem of my manor and all those...
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all those who dance, attendance on my equestrian golden effigy.
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I'm supping the juices of eternal life
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going astray by the marvelous muscatel grape
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and I think no end of this enormous river, yet soft caressing like,
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as my throat is being victimized by fluid earthly seeds
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I've become enamoured of fire's beauty
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alike deep white cygnets of lakewaters blue green sky
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Someday I'll be one who'll elope with her, the enchantress
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however, no sooner said than done, and... it lasts
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...until the ends of the world.
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The Vineyard
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| Nightfall |
