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has a twist for me
Goddess, was I wrong to give him a try?
As the moon peaked her radiant glow,
my boat drifting like a leaf
a gleaming shape, I float by
barely awake, half dead was I
dead-pale my skin, as if I said good-bye
beauty shows within my deep blue eyes
loosened hair spilled all around
in this river, my secrets lie deep within
whence comes my peace?
I have love and pain
when comes my blessed release
Oh Goddess encircle me,
love me
sing me into peace
strikes the truth within
faint of spirit, cold and alone
with a metallic grin I see
my Goddess, sweet Goddess
her firm moist skin, her cherry red lips
she kisses my brow, my cheek, my chin
sweetly, she whispers the truth is there within
your thirst will come back, like it did before
oh weep no more, thou will be called on for more
through devoted eyes she swore
I am your friend, your Goddess to love and adore
the vision of her gentle face
I'll remember forevermore
with a radiant finger to my heart, she stilled the roar
flame to flame my darkness was devoured
she sang to me under light of the moon
the wind and waters did roar
pulling my boat on the land
she sat me upright upon the shore
set my passion for life budding once more
as she trod upon these rocks, this shore
returning to her palace once more
the clouds moved over and the sun shined once more
I fall whispering as before,
here alone, but lighter than before...
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