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All across the battlefield, bells of death and sorrow peeled
But in the air above the silence, there were birds.
The song that rose from the earth, a song of mourning,
The yearning, yearning of the one true love.
The world, at last, our only church, we bow to thank the universe for blessings and distressing revelations, every word.
Every whisper you heard.
Even the darkness is burning, burning with the one true love.
Magic wand of empathy said I am you and you are me,
But somewhere on our way we have forgotten who we are and we drifted so far.
But now and ever returning, turning to the one true love
Love undoes the mystery of time before and yet to be, the axle of a wheel that's ever turning.
It's now, as within us or without.
I feel it in you, the burning, burning of the one true love.
And so, we sing the final verse.
The lovers dance it unrehearsed.
The beating of their heart is an ovation for God, the name we give to it all
Wherein the names of deserving turn into the one true love.
Turning, turning to the one true love
One true love
One true love
One true love
One true love
One true love
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