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Her star rises in mist from the sea at evening
âRemember the beauty of my caressâ
O memory -- her wares cannot perish
How I smell the perfume in her blood
My fever is high
Iâve seen through the sheltering sky
To the horrors above this Sharp Edge of the Earth
Who can defend love?
That night he woke sobbing, a well miles deep
To the streets of gold falls his dimming star
No memory save the faceless voice whispering
âThe earth is sharp, trust the blade that cuts youâ
My fever is high
Iâve seen through the sheltering sky
To the horrors that lie on this Sharp Edge of the Earth
Who can defend love?
The Earthâs Sharp Edge
Is sharpened by the will to approach death.
And the flower that dies
Is the one we nourish the most
The hour arrives
When the bloom turns to dust
And the earthâs sharp edge cuts you
Finally the garden is barren
The blind fluttering moth toward the candle flies
Offers blessings to thee, then burns falls and dies
To the streets of gold fall its burning wings
Like our prayers of incense its smoke rises to God