We'll run to the side of the river   
   In the morning at five o'clock   
   We'll hold each other and shiver   
   And run out to the rock   
      
   We'll take off our shirts together   
   And hold each other undressed   
   Around us the birds will gather   
   And in our love build a nest   
      
   We'll put our heads together   
   And watch, as the speedy stream   
   Is dressed in every color   
   And turns into a dream -   
      
   The pink cloud of the sun rising   
   Engulfs our minds and hearts   
   And makes them warm and wise and   
   With all of nature, smart -   
      
   The delicacy of existence   
   Ephemerality of life   
   Will penetrate with no resistance   
   And pierce into us like a knife -   
      
   The tenderness of our passion   
   And elegance of your mind   
   In English, in French, in Russian   
   Will hold us intertwined   
      
   Poems will fly around us   
   As music us enslaves -   
   Cosmic opera astounds us   
   And mingle with the waves  -   
      
   The works of Bethoven, Chopin,   
   Blake, Wordsworth, Shakespeare and Keats   
   Will our minds and hearts open   
   And feed them spiritual sweets -   
      
   And fired by our desires,   
   Together, as in a dream,   
   We'll blend into the sunrise   
   And like the sun we will beam.   
      
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   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)