Tytuł: Babalon

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Babalon your hair has grown
   purple for evening
   as close as you come
   tender your tapestry
   softly and warm
   tender your pleasure
   from the place it was born
  
   wild is my love
  
   wild is my love i say
   crowned in a forest of light
   she gave me herself
   in a beautiful way
   she stores deep delights
  
   i hold her bound and bleeding
   i hold her human shape
   i hold her pale and pleading
   safe with no escape
  
   slow are the wings that weave
   swift as a song on the breeze
   her eyes as wise
   as a wide winged dove
   that mingles and moves
   with the sea
  
   and i hear her music
   deep in the breath of the night
   and i kiss her dark roses
   and i dream her in a river of life
  
   wild is my love