| Emptiness became my house
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| Black cracked sight my line to life
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| I dreamt of angels and lightning flash
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| And cool, cool rain to wash my mind
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| Innocence seemed so far from home
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| I’d wish to rest in a bed of flowers
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| But hot black sands are where I’d lay
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| Bathed in the black of night
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| Eyes awash in a sea of starlight
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| The cold quick winds of God
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| Blow through my soul
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| The fable of time no longer blinds
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| Without body judged only by mind
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| I long for the life a child might know
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| Then Golden touch my heart becomes whole
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| Bathed in the black of night
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| Eyes awash in a sea of starlight
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| The cold quick winds of God
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| Blow through my soul
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| I long for the life a child might know
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| Then Golden touch my heart becomes whole
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| Now Golden light shows me angels
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| Golden warmth comforts my flesh
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| Golden words ease my mind
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| I’m complete with Golden time
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| My heart hungers for life
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| Flesh blood and fire
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| Soul contact soul thunderstorm choir
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| Golden soul bright
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| Charged with the light
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| Set my soul afire
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| With a new strength
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| To forge a new road |
| A road so much higher
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| Soul contact soul thunderstorm choir
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| Golden soul bright
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| Charged with the light
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| My heart hungers for life
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| Flesh blood and fire
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| Now I touch |