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Lead me from dreams
Childhood of nights alone,
away endless years,
childhood as dry as stone.

From of confusion,
illusions dark blossoms grown.
Even now in of sorrow
the still is sown.

My course is guided
decided by limits
on of my past days
and since I was born.

The

I the dust of a journey
that cannot be shaken
It lives deep me
For I it every day.

You and I are yesterday's
The earth of the past to flesh,
Eroded by Time's
To the we now possess.

Come share of my and my substance,
and our stream and our times.
In bright, moments,
Our are lost in our rhymes.

The Curse of Baba

Double dark defense
Talk too loud but talk no
I see those smiling eyes
Butter us up with lies

Talk to creatures the dead
you know sure got fed
Trained apart from of stone
Whores and hustlers the bone

The Great Gates of

Come forth, love's fire
in life's fire,
born in fire.
Come forth, from love's

In the burning, of our yearning,
for to be.
And in there must be gain,
new life!

Stirring in, salty
and dark seams
where the sun gleams.

were, sent to the gates
Ride the of fate,
ride the of fate.
They were, to the gates

In the all are yearning,
For to be.

no end to my life,
no to my death
is life.