out of the dust madest me
not good not good alone to be
my Father rained love graciously
and from my flesh fashioned she
fast abide my maiden fair
my fields alone gleanest there
take double portion take my share
yours be the wheat mine the tare
bone of my bone
my flesh my own
for this cause I take my leave
for this cause to you I cleave
clutch this trembling heart in thine
this tepid water turn to wine
woman woman breath of life
out of man into my wife
bone of my bone
my flesh my own
for this cause I take my leave
for this cause to you I cleave
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