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Nov. 28th, 2005 12:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Orchards and vinyards,
And full-breasted houris,
And a cup overflowing before me.
Why do I babble of battles,
And mountains reduced to dust?
Why do I feel these tears?
Heavens stand open
And scatter their riches;
My hands need but gather their wealth.
Why do I think of an ambush,
And poison in molten cup?
Why do I feel my years?
Love's arms beckon
With their naked delights,
And Eden's promise of ecstacies.
Why do I remember the scars,
Dream of old transgressions...
And why do I sleep with fears?
-a song from Dune
And full-breasted houris,
And a cup overflowing before me.
Why do I babble of battles,
And mountains reduced to dust?
Why do I feel these tears?
Heavens stand open
And scatter their riches;
My hands need but gather their wealth.
Why do I think of an ambush,
And poison in molten cup?
Why do I feel my years?
Love's arms beckon
With their naked delights,
And Eden's promise of ecstacies.
Why do I remember the scars,
Dream of old transgressions...
And why do I sleep with fears?
-a song from Dune