Drunk on the floor
With hurl in my hair
You were lovely to me in the city
You mystify me

With rage and in happy fire
I shall be called
My delight is in her
All of my joy
Satisfied in thee

And Miriam took a timbrel in her hand
And all the women set forth
Horse and rider drowned in the sea
I shall be
My delight is in thee

With rage and fire, dancing and song
And dancing and singing to thee
With rage and fire, dancing and song
And dancing and singing to thee


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