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April first, given to fools
I stand on a chair, my neck in a rope
24 years since, I'm a palace of renovation
Past feather of stone, cold rejection
Found the firelight my love, Knocking down the tower of lies
Pen in hand, kingdom of life at our command
’All truth parallel, all truth untruth'
I used to spew when I was a youth
Convince me not, death is a friend
Finding him, my aquamarine in the yellow grass
He dressed the wounds of my fifty Novembers
My high priestess, paramount of desire
In our altar bed, our gardеn of fire
Exploring dynamics as never bеfore
Secret progressions went vertical
Follow the choir, spirit power sound
Love giving, love living, the halo above the crown
Words of anguish melt like dust
Surrender, keep us close to love
There are no drugs to fix the fix
Surrender, bring us close to love
My fool heart, my waylessness
Surrender, keep us close to love
No more words, or forms of speech
Surrender in the pulse of love
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