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Give me the flute and sing	A
immortality lies in a song	B
and even after we've perished	C
the flute continues to lament	D
have you taken refuge in the woods	E
away from places like me	F
followed streams on their courses	G
and climbed up the rocks	H
Did you ever bathe in a perfume	I
and dry yourself with a light	J
drink the dawn as wine	K
rarefied in goblets of ether	L
give me the flute then and sing	A
the best of prayer is song	B
and even when life perishes	H
the flute continues to lament	D
have you spent an evening	A
as I have done	M
among vines	H
where the golden candelabra	N
clusters hang down	O
did you sleep on the grass at night	J
and let space be your blanket	P
abstaining from all that will come	Q
forgetful of all that has passed	R
give the flute then and sing	A
in singing is Justice for the heart	S
and even after every guilt	T
has perished	C
the flute continues to lament	D
give the flute and sing	A
forget illness and its cure	U
people are nothing but lines	H
which are scribbled on water	L
They all are but the tunnels of moles	H
threads in the spider's web	V
For he who lives in weakness	H
slowly he will die	W
Forest is the abode of life	X
and were the days	H
gathered in my hand	Y
there would i strew them	Z
but time it is that chooses	H
from my soul whenever i long for	A2
forest time bars my way woth excuse	H
the fates have ways unaltering	A
and men's aims are	B2
beyond their impotent reach	C2

Khalil Gibran

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