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RESURRECTION
A climate of illusion has died into my arms So now you caught me as I try to bury A lost belief, an ark into my soul. Is near a way to say, in life or death, The magic words of love and hate For sins so similar? I should now worry While this still-born rejoins its sanctuary: I have taken from your world The light, the power- all that glory And I have given just to you, a man of worry, In its first darkness- my love. All. How can I stand and say it wasn`t me- That man of worry? From life to death Believe! I stand alone and share my faith near the sky Apart from the departured limits I understand! The wanted scroll of time- The rising star of love is now alive.
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