Past years are sealed with the signet of my might And MIT pale, present (???) My beds are odorous with soft (??) scent And strangely pale, present (???) My beds are odorous with soft (??) scent And strange, mutant flowers Tremulous, twilight air Weave over all, and hear Oh, and strange mutant flowers Tremulous, twilight air Weave over all, and hear I sing my siren song, toward all souls are bent Within the subtle, sweet, melodious snare Lie, making love Hate me, love's greedy stink