Flung wide, the salutations
the deep curse and the shutters close
a spring house, in the making
on good earth
of my many d souls in my soul
and fears i don t know
i hear there s a march we should go
lost on this road, are there any real sundays to find?
unbound, on the rising
the pell mell of the miser kings
as you saw what I m seeing
oh you d thaw from the fires
there s pace in your gait
and wake in your straights
I ache from the center out
lost on this road, are there any real sundays to find?
lost on this road, are there any real souls?
don t hear what I hear
don t see what I see
don t leave what I must leave behind
lost on this road, are there any real sundays to find?
this stop, I am hunger
the deep well of a stranger held
and this heart, a lonely hunter now
I m lost on this road, are there any real sundays to find?
I m lost on this road, are there any real souls?
are there any real souls to find?
are there any real souls to find?
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