Take the cup as offered,
shake its sacred soul,
hold the drift of memories,
drink what does unfold,
and in the doing linger,
through liquid, languid thoughts,
of leafy, bright camellia;
the goddess blooming bright.
shake its sacred soul,
hold the drift of memories,
drink what does unfold,
and in the doing linger,
through liquid, languid thoughts,
of leafy, bright camellia;
the goddess blooming bright.
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