Song 

	The weight of the world 
		is love. 
	Under the burden 
		of solitude, 
	under the burden 
		of dissatisfaction 

	the weight, 
		the weight we carry 
	is love. 
	Who can deny? 
		In dreams 
	it touches 
		the body, 
	in thought 
		constructs 
	a miracle, 
		in imagination 
	anguishes till born 
		in human-- 
	looks out of the heart 
		burning with purity-- 
	for the burden of life 
		is love, 

	but we carry the weight 
		wearily, 
	and so must rest 
	in the arms of love 
		at last, 
	must rest in the arms 
		of love. 

	No rest 
		without love, 
	no sleep 
		without dreams 
	of love-- 
		be mad or chill 
	obsessed with angels 
		or machines, 
	the final wish 
		is love 
	--cannot be bitter, 
		cannot deny, 
	cannot withhold 
		if denied: 

	the weight is too heavy 

		--must give 
	for no return 
		as thought 
	is given 
		in solitude 
	in all the excellence 
		of its excess. 

	The warm bodies 
		shine together 
	in the darkness, 
		the hand moves 
	to the center 
		of the flesh, 
	the skin trembles 
		in happiness 
	and the soul comes 
		joyful to the eye-- 

	yes, yes, 
		that's what 
	I wanted, 
		I always wanted, 
	I always wanted, 
		to return 
	to the body 
		where I was born. 

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