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The light in the corner of a proud man lost
And now on the waves of time, the storm tossed.
the man in pain fell to the ground
Loss was all he saw in time
So to the world the man was bound
Into the world the endless rhyme
And caught in the world, his heart filled with grime.
Woe to the man of fear and strife,
Woe to the man that holds a knife
and looks at the life he has,
and woe to the man that rejects the light.
The light now is out of the corner,
Around the man's heart, it can see the border.
Why, why cries the man with a tear stained face
Why, why said the man with a heart turned gold
The man had learned that the heart is the base.
Melting, now, is the heart so cold,
Moving forward, this time so bold.
Glory to the man of bliss and love,
Glory to the man that holds the dove
and sees in himself glory from above,
and in his heart resides the light.
fuel the heart, fee the fire
Taste the meat, lost desire,
in my heart, you and me
will find peace eternally,
so drink the blood from my vein
and hear my whispering refrain,
then you and I will raise in peace.
and in this world live with no lease
on life, we rent to own,
for all we are is wandering bane
so deep in me you'll find relief,
and maybe some lost belief.
So run with me into the night,
and be with me forever more,
drink of me and I'll requite
this love that in your deepest heart you chose,
to be forever, my gypsy rose.
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