Come and join us in our circle,
We the lovers,
we who admire,
So that we can lure you into The lovely garden of desire.
You are water, whirling water,
Yet still water trapped within,
Come, submerge yourself within us,
We who are the flowing stream.
Come, we are all so lost and strayed,
And in the direst poverty,
And we know of nothing to sing except the song of unknowing.
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