Green changed to white, emerald to opal: nothing was changed
The
With flowers, and with women
With absinthe, and with this fire
We
Who would here descend?
How soon is he swallowed up by
We three
When all these things are done
And the stream of
Herjefather
Let me be mad, mad with the madness of absinthe
The
That night I drank deeply and long of my favourite
I am the God Thor
I am the War God
Here in
To hear the raven’s call by night
To catch a
And here I am, an absintheur in the city of
The village square stands quiet
The curfew still enforced
The
Thus with stretched sail, we went over sea till day's
By Venus and Cupid and all the dear old heathen
All dressed in uniforms so fine
We drank and killed
Come now my brothers, gather around
Listen carefully for the final
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