I found His water
When I touched it, it burned my skin
When I drank it, it turned me inwardly
My stomach opened and poured into a stream in front of me
There I saw Him sitting enthroned in a garden
Wine was on his lips and robe
He tasted the wine once before and would not drink it again until the finale
But I must taste it again and again
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