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Resurrection
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RESURRECTION
A climate of illusion has died into my arms
So now you caught me as I try to bury
A lost belief, an ark into my soul.
Is near a way to say, in life or death,
The magic words of love and hate
For sins so similar? I should now worry
While this still-born rejoins its sanctuary:
I have taken from your world
The light, the power- all that glory
And I have given just to you, a man of worry,
In its first darkness- my love. All.
How can I stand and say it wasn`t me-
That man of worry? From life to death
Believe!
I stand alone and share my faith near the sky
Apart from the departured limits
I understand!
The wanted scroll of time-
The rising star of love is now alive.
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