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

From of confusion,
illusions dark have grown.
now in furrows of sorrow
the doubt is sown.

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

The

I the dust of a journey
that be shaken away
It lives within me
For I breathe it day.

You and I are answers;
The earth of the came to flesh,
Eroded by rivers
To the we now possess.

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

The of Baba Yaga

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

Talk to creatures the dead
you know sure got fed
Trained apart houses of stone
Whores and pick 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!

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

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

In the all are yearning,
For to be.

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