Dark, darker than the darkest pits
She wore even around her neck and hips
Like the noise of many waters in a dance
Flowing down and never getting down
She sat I stood
Wave it all I couldn’t
But stir and confess and aroused
By this great crowd
Be there here with me
Always, when I go in
Come in, come with it
Always, whenever you pass by my inn
Because I will be there waiting
Your flood to carry me away
Like that day
Who cares if I drown in that daze
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