Build up the fire
Build up the one, true love
I stoke the aces and stake a show of Deadman's bluff
Snuff out the aegis
Raze out the aeon flux
And of that fire
And by the ages I sought from you
In true blue

Must I alone of oceans born and make
And, wanton moon again be by sleep to wake
The workmen tires anew
His ship saddened along the route
Yet at journey's end a journey has no fools
What once was tender scene is now jubilee
And your sanctuary becomes, becomes, becomes jubilee

God sense soul
They blossom under a dream
An orchard's child
Flower round you'll catch conceit
Not now nor will thee unmask by spectral means
I've known of Earth's sky
A robin's tears draw mist from mud
To slumber untouched

Prodigal and lame
Serene, yet grace born
Temperate, yet dead in laurels
From sphere and dome I yield escape
If there's no excuse that I could ever will to suit
Then how do they satisfy a vengeance I've failed to roost?
What once was tender scene is now jubilee
And your sanctuary becomes, becomes, becomes, becomes jubilee

Lark in thy view
Glow worms spin sails for thy breath
Our faeries fairest ship sends a most oft regret
The virgin ground pounds proud hearts to transience
As sadness is one
A faeries strength is in the murk
Yet tending by firsts

Just who abides the melancholic kiss
When your upward sob's a comet called autumn from May
Beneath pleasure and arms astronomers trade for stars
But I never knew that you were one of ours
What once was tender scene is now jubilee
And your sanctuary becomes, becomes, becomes jubilee

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Billy Corgan

From WPC's 2019 solo album, Cotillions