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THERE are only two things now, / The great black night scooped out / And this fire-glow.
This fire-glow, the core, / And we the two ripe pips / That are held in store.
Listen, the darkness rings / As it circulates round our fire. / Take off your things.
Your shoulders, your bruised throat / Your breasts, your nakedness! / This fiery coat!
As the darkness flickers and dips, / As the firelight falls and leaps / From your feet to your lips!