A Celibration of Life

This song most closely resembles my favorite poem:

A Song from the Highest Tower

Let it come, let it come,
The season we can love.

I waited so long
That I forever forget.
Fears and sufferings
Are gone to heaven.
And the unhealthy thirst
Darkens my veins.

Let it come, let it come,
The season we can love.

As the meadow
Fallen into oblivion,
Grown, and flowery
With incense and weeds,
At fierce drone
Of dirty flies.

Let it come, let it come,
The season we can love!

-Arthur Rimbaud