Night Passes On endlessly in dreams
would she wake up to hear these silent screams
Before the Jasmine falls onto the ground
would she rise to hear this hearts veiling sound
Morning Sun releases the dew to the skies
and she shall make the wisest of men cry
and all the worlds sweetness shall not release me
as a single gaze from the goddess' eyes.
I have foreseen my own demise,
struck down and crucified for living this lie
as thunder preempts of what is to come
Suffering for most, redemption for some
Eclipse highlights the lovers in the tower
the magician weeps in sorrow over and over
How many lives will he be estranged from his beloved
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