O, most precious celebration,
greatest feast of all creation
when all workers break their station
and all men their hearts unbind.
O, most vulgar and most vigorous,
most simple and most rigorous,
and all shadows timorous
on this most blessed night.
When words break frothing on the shore
like olden ships or Kings of lore,
no human kin left wanting more;
choose the darkness or the light.
As all blackness runs in boiled fright.
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