Wet your lips and let's do a thing
With a view to make your spirit sing
I have come to be your man
In a strange and hostile land
You are blood and wine to me
With a view to make your body burn
You're the molecular soul of me
Into shapes of many things
I have come to bring new life
And to help you squeeze it from your slice
I will feed you like a bird
From the mouth of my dying words
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