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Looking for perfection…

Finding the virtue of gods…

Nobody knows…

What joy is like!

Nobody knows…

about the grace in my soul.

Feeling the pleasure…

Creating my heart remains calm.

This is not mine

How could it be mine?

This is not yours

This is the force of the “us”.

I find the synchrony, the symphony, the harmony…

And so the silence only exists in the melody.

Higher, much higher

Than the sun, over the sun

Higher, much higher

Than the sun, over the sun

Inside my sacred trail, my confidant, my lady nude…

The essence of my strings and my chords, my enchanted muse.

Higher, much higher

Than the sun, over the sun

Higher, much higher

Than the sun, over the sun