Having perceived the planets spinning
In the plants having received
The animals roaming in the stars
And gone out to see them from behind
Having beheld the mineral I
Buried deep in the dark earth
And still flowing in from distant space
Having met the looming figure
On the road and been thrown back
Upon myself I call on you
Who did once make me
To beget me again and again
Until we have the thing we wanted
Enough love to set us free
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