These eyes have wept , torrents of tears
The sense of wonder , slowly sleeping away
The love that embodied , this false serenity
Was no more tragic , than my own illusion
The call beyond the veil , from the orchards of limbs
And gently violent spirals , where thoughts are born
You possess the answer to it all !
A soul on the wane , that is the price of life
For i will come to you , ultimately alone
The sense of wonder , slowly sleeping away
The love that embodied , this false serenity
Was no more tragic , than my own illusion
The call beyond the veil , from the orchards of limbs
And gently violent spirals , where thoughts are born
You possess the answer to it all !
A soul on the wane , that is the price of life
For i will come to you , ultimately alone
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