If the glories of the day
Surpass the treasures of the night
I will keep this last torch lit until my dying breath
To Remember the virtues of the light
If the maiden beauty of the stars
Forgives the harshness of Winter's fright
I will dance and bellow to the dark
Until the moon takes swift flight
I am the frozen dreamer's pulse
To recall the virgin truth
I am the Pilgrim's final convulse
Of God's lasting sooth.
Be.
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