| Blessed be, beloved
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| On a loving spree for each other
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| For the love of giving, for the gift of living
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| Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder
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| 'Cause it’s a spiritual alliance
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| A dangerous defiance
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| Everybody needs everybody
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| Independence is a lie
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| NOCTURNAL RITES
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| A glimpse of sweet mistery
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| NOCTURNAL RITES
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| So here is my confession
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| I’m stuck with an obsession
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| Yet far beyond expression
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| Black hearts, bleeding
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| Percepetions can be misleading
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| For the soul searching, for a thrills emerging
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| Cloud nine awaits where spirits reside
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| 'Cause it’s a holy rite of passage
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| A ceremonial message
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| Certain flowers close at night
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| Others wither without love
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| NOCTURNAL RITES
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| An odour of sancity
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| NOCTURNAL RITES
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| This is the vernal equinox
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| Now in the flower of youth
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| Still on the verge of tears again
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| If love’s a lie, then what’s the truth?
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| «Milagros
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| Estamos hechos el uno para el otro»
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| To coin a phrase
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| Birds of a feather flock together
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| She’s a star in embryo
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| A role model, en route
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| She’s innocence incarnate
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| And it the garden, she’s my fruit
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| True light healing
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| Or underhand dealing?
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| Whatever, my peruvian child
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| In front of you, I’m kneeling
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| 'Cause you’re
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| Eternally, my inomorata
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| NOCTURNAL
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| Send me just a few grains of confort
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| And I’ll soon stand proud and free
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| NOCTURNAL RITES
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| A rite of real symmetry
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| NOCTURNAL RITES
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| Embrancing you endlessly
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| NOCTURNAL RITES
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| A touch of true harmony
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| NOCTURNAL RITES
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| Your arms, my sanctuary |