Spirit flows out low, I am drunk with my vow. It's my round tonight: Each muse drinks more than right, yielding to the mute night. Spirit flows out low I wander in a loud blow. Swallowing the night is my plight, Waiting till the sun shines bright. Spirit flows out low, I do no know where I go. But I wait for tomorrow, Hoping for a new born glow.
Spirit flows out low,
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It's my round tonight:
Each muse drinks more than right,
yielding to the mute night.
Spirit flows out low
I wander in a loud blow.
Swallowing the night is my plight,
Waiting till the sun shines bright.
Spirit flows out low,
I do no know where I go.
But I wait for tomorrow,
Hoping for a new born glow.