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

From of confusion,
dark blossoms have grown.
Even now in 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 away
It lives deep me
For I it every day.

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

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

The Curse of Yaga

Double faces dark
Talk too loud but no sense
I see those smiling eyes
Butter us up smiling lies

Talk to raise the dead
Fate you know got fed
Trained from houses of stone
and hustlers pick the bone

The Great of Kiev

Come forth, love's fire
in life's 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, streams
and dark seams
where the sun gleams.

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

In the all are yearning,
For to be.

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