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At every crossroad..
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We found each other yet again,
entwined hymn of two lost cause
bound by a symphony seldom known,
tuned by the lips that bites it's own.
The wind of change that blows about
seems unchanging as long as you held my gaze
I call you my mistletoe, the one core in this changing times,
underneath you, I find my place;
sure as ever we gain our peace.
What must burn must turn to ash,
what mustn't be loss must be saved
So I will meet you in this crossroad,
against all odds, I must lead you home.
© angel
We found each other yet again,
entwined hymn of two lost cause
bound by a symphony seldom known,
tuned by the lips that bites it's own.
The wind of change that blows about
seems unchanging as long as you held my gaze
I call you my mistletoe, the one core in this changing times,
underneath you, I find my place;
sure as ever we gain our peace.
What must burn must turn to ash,
what mustn't be loss must be saved
So I will meet you in this crossroad,
against all odds, I must lead you home.
© angel
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