| Mother, hear me Mother
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| This ain’t what the ancients taught me
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| This is ignorance
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| Patterns, sickly patterns
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| cutting down connections
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| sealing wonders in a vault
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| She was dancing in Sahasrara
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| and I felt her eyes and new forms through mine
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| and everything was bathed in violet
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| I glimpsed the divine
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| They were the color of our eyes, a proof of God,
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| but the voices stain the wind and pull us away from Love
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| I wanna see her face once again
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| Won’t you wipe away my tears again, muses ostracized?
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| How I miss ‘em!
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| I miss the way you know they’ve been around
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| Let them change you
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| Let their healing touch enrapture your soul
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| Muses, feed my music
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| guide me through the path of secrets
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| would you be so kind as to just take me to your realm?
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| I just want to be connected with the One and
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| feel that the current flows through my self.
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| Now I, an insignificant heron,
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| I wont fly, I will be here.
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| I will stand in the river
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| and I will beat this masquerade of liers and diseases
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| They were the color of our eyes, a proof of God,
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| but the voices stain the wind and pull us away from Love |
| I wanna see her face once again
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| Won’t you wipe away my tears again, muses ostracized?
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| How I miss ‘em!
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| I miss the way you know they’ve been around
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| Oh I need them!
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| Let’s rebuild our pact before it’s done
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| I won’t feed this endless hunger, you shallow!
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| Breathing in a healing light
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| bathed in all the colors
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| Inspirated. |
| I was blind.
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| You were the color of our eyes,
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| Won’t you take me to your realm? |