Come to my heart, come to my song, I will give you the secret, Come, I will give it to you free as the sun or the wind! I scatter my bounties under the feet of all men, Song was never a chooser of persons.
You that have hated, you that have loved me, come I will greet you! Come, I will give you love! Song has a bosom for all. Not I, but the Song that is over me speaks to you singing: Think you I, of myself, have made it!
Hated have you, or dearly loved, I love you and greet you. O in the buoyance of Song where is there room for hate? I whirl my hair in your face for sheer defiance; Turning then, on the brows I kiss you.
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