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The dripping blood our only drink
The bloody flesh our only food
In spite of which we like to think
That we are sound substantial flesh and blood
Again in spite of that we call this Friday good.
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If time and space as sages say
Are things which cannot be
The sun which does not feel decay
No greater is than we.
So why Love should we ever pray
To live a century
The butterfly that lives a day
Has lived eternity.
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