Too Close
A voice
To it
A melody of its own
Came crossing miles
To my troubled soul
Enchanting sweet music
I swam seas to it
I walked deserts to hear
Hungry and thirsty
Happy even in pain
Not longing for rest
Guided by its powerful sweetness
Oh pity
My naivety
I came too close to it
To it
A melody of its own
Came crossing miles
To my troubled soul
Enchanting sweet music
I swam seas to it
I walked deserts to hear
Hungry and thirsty
Happy even in pain
Not longing for rest
Guided by its powerful sweetness
Oh pity
My naivety
I came too close to it
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