Dismember my peace and lift me out of my grave,
For I loathe the stench of those eternal lands,
Bring me the fragrance of great far-off plants.
Let me see the face of the immortal light,
Rip me away so forever I can crave the night.
Take all I own and burn down my house!
Let me see freedom from a different side,
Make them all know that I came back from the dead,
Tell them I rose right up from the grave.
So though shall now see,
This immortal pulse of deathly light,
With nothing but soul, not the eyes.
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