Upon their blessed feet, we'll bow this day,
Upon their blessed feet, we'll bow this day,
We will bow, we will bow, we will bow.
Beauty unmatched, a youth ablaze, eyes wild,
Across your face, tresses, a tangled child,
Like shadows dark, that veil the moon's soft smile,
The moths of love, in unawareness, beguiled.
Though you know this, in tears, what can we do?
Though you know this, in tears, what can we do?
To the unveiled soul, a veil we'll imbue,
A veil we will weave, a veil, and see us through.
Without them, living, what else can we pursue?
Upon their blessed feet, we'll bow this day.
In your hair, the clouds, in your eyes, the spark,
On your cheeks, spring blooms, your lips, a floral arc,
Intoxicated grace, in youthful, languid mark,
Filling eyes with blood, of yearning's dark,
Setting you before us, the world's bright park,
Setting you before us, the world's bright park,
The world's bright park.
Your image within our hearts we'll embark,
Your image within our hearts we'll embark.
Without them, living, what else can we embark?
Upon their blessed feet, we'll bow this day.
Though separation's night, for longing, is the cause,
Each pulse of grief, on its strength, it draws,
In unfulfilled love, counting stars' applause,
Beyond the limits of desire, our hearts have paused,
Behold, the stars we've counted, all because...
Now, oh night of parting, what will we propose?
Now, oh night of parting, now, oh night of parting,
Now, oh night of parting, what will we compose?
Without them, living, what else can we dispose?
Upon their blessed feet, we'll bow this day.
Dark clouds descend, spring's season, in display,
Blossoms perfume, flowers in bright array,
The ocean overflows, the air, a serenade,
All have arrived, only your presence, delayed,
All have arrived, only your presence, delayed,
Come, your beauty we'll double, and then we'll sway,
Come, your beauty we'll double, and then we'll sway,
Our hearts' lamps ablaze, in light of a new day,
Our hearts' lamps ablaze, in light of a new day,
Without them, living, what else can we convey?
Upon their blessed feet, we'll bow this day,
We will bow, we will bow, we will bow,
We will bow, we will bow, we will bow,
Without them, living, what else can we endow?
Upon their blessed feet, we'll bow this day.
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