With a sway, a dance, a joyous gleam, bring it forth,
The moon's soft light with floral nectar's worth.
Not understood, we drank and drank and drank,
Not understood, the soul's imbibing rank.
A little life, a fleeting, precious spark,
Not understood, we drank within the dark.
The rigid paths, they tried to hold us back,
The rigid paths, laid snares upon our track.
Our steps did stumble, faltering and slow,
Our steps did falter as the spirits flow.
A little life, a fleeting, precious spark,
Not understood, we drank within the dark.
Not understood, we drank and drank and drank.
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