"I was dead, then alive.
Weeping, then laughing.
The power of Love came into me,
and I became fierce like a lion,
then tender like the evening star.
He said, "You're not mad enough."
You don't belong in this house."
I went wild and had to be tied up.
He said, "Still not wild enough
to stay with us!"
I broke through another layer
He said, "It's not enough."
He said, "You're a clever little man,
full of fantasy and doubting."
I plucked out my feathers
and became a fool.
He said, "Now you're the candle
for this assembly."
But I'm no candle. Look!
I'm scattered smoke."
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