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You stand beneath a racing sky |
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You don't know why you came to |
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The house of the heart |
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You sit amongst the whitered flowers |
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By the dry fountains |
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You look at the barren world around |
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The house of the heart |
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The lichen covered courtyards lions |
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Stand restlessly beside you |
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The great door it swings |
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The house of the heart |
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Remote and scarlet |
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Say the clouds |
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Vivid visions shatter down the spiral stairs |
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Promises and perfection |
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Solitude and despair |
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You hear the tempest beauty sigh |
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You don't know how you came to |
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The house of the heart |
