You are as one already dead.
Give yourself to me and I will sing,
call back your shredded self from the eight corners of the underworld.
I will form you anew out of loam and leaves,
my blood your mortar,
magic-making your immortality as
the man who fell in love and lived.
magic-making your immortality as
the man who fell in love and lived.
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