And in this dark material patches of light were impressed
And no sound was heard from them no whisper passed
And they are like myrrh oil running off and dripping from the tin

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And they are dripping like perfumes and their movement is soft and tranquil
and with this dark material they pool into a small spring
and they have beauty and grace that low and pass over their banks

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And with this dark material a goldmine is formed
and this dark material discovers its depths
and there is pleasurable love between the dark and the gold

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And they embrace and are serene and they have no voice and breath
And the light drips and kisses this material with its lips
And the darkness becomes its body as a well for the patches of gold

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In this dark material patches of light are impressed
And no sound was heard from them no whisper passed
And they are like myrrh oil running off and dripping from the tin