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Take my blood

Give it not to the needy, but

Give it to the desirous ones

To the impetuous blondes

Then give it back to me



Take my blood, for

What need have I for such common

Earthly, human things

I am great



What need have I for love

When all love me

And all fight to free me from

The chains of overcast fears that

Bind me to the earth in a prison like fashion

And feeds me of the dirt that blows through



And my window is closed, and black

I can see the sun, the burning lemon

It is sweet to my ears, while the dogs fight below

And the blood flies

And the buzzards swoop down, and eat

Then fly away again



It is music to see the blood give life

While I die

I need not of my blood

Take my blood