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Wovenhand
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Orchard Gate (Live)
At the orchard gate today Was that tomorrow Istenem Make a fire Kiss your heart Risha Arabic for feather
In this way my love Whispers to me Warm, beloved and still In this way my love Come to me
In a language of two hands It is a strange poetry
She is turning Turning in From all the temples of old From all the holds In which its stowed Turning into gold
In his way through A sacred dimension Not by might Nor by power By his spirit His loving intention His loving intention Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
In this way my love Whispers to me Warm, beloved and still In this way my love Come to me
In a language of two hands It is a strange poetry
See the golden chariot wheel It glitters down To the bottom of the red sea deep I see the end now Entertaining thoughts of sleep
In this way my love Whisper to me Warm beloved and still In this way my love Come to me
She is turning She is turning in In the language of two hands She is turning in She is turning Turning into gold
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