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Lead me from tortured
Childhood themes of alone,
Wipe away years,
childhood as dry as stone.

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

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

The

I carry the of a journey
cannot be shaken away
It lives within me
For I it every 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 mingle our and our times.
In bright, moments,
Our reasons are in our rhymes.

The Curse of Baba

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

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

The Great of Kiev

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

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

Stirring in, streams
and dark hidden
the fossil sun gleams.

They were, to the gates
the tides 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 beginning to my
is life.