The flowering chocolate drink is foaming,Tobacco flowers are passed round,If my heart tastes them,I will be intoxicated…Listen, I am alone and tormented,May I not go to the place of the fleshless…Alone I must go, my own self shall become lost…I will go alone,My heart covered with flowers…Thus let it be,But let it be without violence!

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