Last leaf fallen;
Bare earth where green was born.
Black Madonna, two eagles hang against a cloud.
Sun comes up blood red;
Wind yells among the stone.
All graceful instruments are known.
When the windows all are broken
and your love's become a toothless crone,
when the voices of the storm sound like a crowd,
winter morning breaks;
you're all alone.
The eyes are blind,
blue visions are all a seer can own
And touching makes the flesh to cry out loud.
This ground on which the seed of love is sown.
All graceful instruments are known.
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