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As your eyes will drink deep into me,

you will not leave me free.

I've suffer on your thorns, bleeding in your blindness.

Time and tide wait for no man.

There must be a purpose beyond recall.

Your veil of velvet lace, oh, such a splendour you had.

Somehow sexual, somehow dark

In tears I will be found,

In the shadow of your river I'll mourn.

Together we dance out on the lea,

It was the last time I saw her.

I have listen to the river all day,

it still runs and it'll never stop.

There is a river, but is there a god?