You provide to me the best wine
You break for me the best bread
As we sit around this feasting table
I passover to you my burdens
And you hand me your yoke
Oh the sweetest of burdens you give
You may lay your yoke on me every moment
It weighs me to the ground with the heaviness of your freedom
Then I float to the heavens above with the infatuation of your affection
You barricade my soul
With the protective spirit
Of the most ancient of loves
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