All the saints are gathered tonight
Wild men and fire women
More holy unknowns than known’s
Let’s go wild, catch fire, dance the fool’s day
Breathe in the sacred smells, both sweet and stale
Sing, shout, the songs of yearning and desire
Kiss faces illuminated by grace
Their thankful eyes turned toward heaven
Let’s move to God’s great symphonic rhythm
In love with all the wild men
And the fire women
Still burning, Francesco
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