"Love One"

September 1, 2007
As far as the gypsie's eye can see As low as the clouds that touch the trees The blades of grass, the dying leaves Love consumes endlessly Fluttering of the moth's gentle wings The woman in the woods that will never sing A frozen pond in the middle of a dream Love endures as it seems Touching all with gentle limbs Singing a melody of compelling hymns Curing men that drip with sins Our journey starts where love begins

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