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feast
I do not care about titles,
or about goodwill of Lord.
I do not seek for Amalthea’s horn
and canopy bed to sleep in.
It will be enough to have replete crumb and drop from mead jug.
And narrow bed is also good to make love.
I proclaim the freedom of word, dance from belief even if executioner will meet me next morning. Because tomorrow the mist will cover the horizon and I will not see with whom my beloved sleeps, so now I am happy with brightness of her eyes, every weather and even wound
stabbed by a friend.
I cannot do anything about the adversities I only want o string words on pea bead, maybe children one day will say of me
the antiphon of vigil.
And now pour me wine because it is feast time!
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