| The Lover's Rose melancholy cello bottom of the Seine broken hearted lovers take their lives in vain if not literally then figuratively we all know it's not their fault for who among us can ponder the abyssal heart's vault created in a time beyond our scope and scale a dark and misty memory lost in the song of whales when an infant cries or an elder sighs is there a chance to know what secrets hide the oldest emotion of human kind that burning passion of body and mind the very proof we possess a soul the voices echo when bells are tolled those ages past are with us now gestating mothers milk of cow so remember folks it's like I said know agony, know love as you break your bread for in a trusting hand lies the lover's rose it's there for us all and if it's to grow one must be free to risk the harm which flows from mystery the ancient yarn your chance is now take it or lose the only path which follows the clues determined sleuth of who we are the world is born among the stars go into the night go long and deep go further still for what you seek until face to face with seed and root and touch at last the sacred truth the sacred truth and touch at last the sacred truth |
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