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Lead me from dreams
themes of nights alone,
Wipe endless years,
childhood as dry as stone.

seeds of confusion,
illusions blossoms have grown.
now in furrows of sorrow
the doubt is sown.

My life's is guided
by limits drawn
on charts of my days
and since I was born.

The

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

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

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

The of Baba Yaga

Double faces dark
too loud but talk no sense
Yeah I see those smiling
Butter us up with smiling

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

The Great Gates of

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

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

Stirring in, salty
and hidden seams
the fossil sun gleams.

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

In the all are yearning,
For to be.

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