[Love of my life, God grant the years
Confirm the chrism - rose to rood!
Anointing loves, asperging tears
In sanctifying solitude!
That holds my heaven and holds my [bad word] ] - Crowley

Yes today...
life that I knew...
So sick of all the people...
blind moon....
over to the window...
Where the night has [bad word] ...
Elizium for the sleepless souls...
And our days [bad word] ..
You stand, stand with Dalila
May be I'll just pass-away....
Or may be I'll stay...
But I feel, alive with you...
And I feel, some kind of heaven....
I feel deep inside her...
And I feel some kind of heaven

Give me...
Give me...
Give me....
Some kind of heaven

[Such lights she gives as guide my barque;
That holds my heaven and holds my [bad word] 
Love of my life...
Man is so infinitely small
Man is so infinitely great!] - *from Aleister Crowley, at sea poem