While your heart ran from the twisted thread of truth
And the souls of my lanterns were torn into tiny fragments
All over the countryside
And the children's eyes of my family were covered
With the black blindfold of faith
And the souls of my lanterns were torn into tiny fragments
All over the countryside
And the children's eyes of my family were covered
With the black blindfold of faith
When life came forth from the anxious depths of desire
When my love was not anything other than the chiming of a clock
I sensed that I must love
That I must love insanely.
When my love was not anything other than the chiming of a clock
I sensed that I must love
That I must love insanely.
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