| I might not have held you; |
| the perfect embrace
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| Was a gesture that I could’t find
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| The bird which resides on the edges of space
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| Will agree that I was not unkind
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| Mine is the spirit which won’t be contained
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| In a castle, cathedral or jail
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| Truth is elusive but I will remain
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| Though I stumble, and flicker and fail
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| I lived under the dark cloth
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| Nothing else matters at all
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| Following visions of heaven
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| Nothing else matters
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| Nothing else matters at all
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| Leave your possessions and cling to the light
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| Oh my woman, my lover, my kiss
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| Art is a flame in the deep of the night
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| We are hung between darkness and bliss
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| Yearning for glory continues to burn
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| Though my body will wither and die
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| If we lack the passion then nature will turn
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| We’ll hear hymns from the stones and the sky
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| I lived under the dark cloth
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| Nothing else matters at all
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| Following visions of heaven
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| Nothing else matters
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| Nothing else matters at all
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| At all
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| At all |