Sail on silver wings through this storm What fortune love may bring Back to my arms again The love of a former golden age. I am disabled by fears concerning which course to take. For, now that wheels are turning, I find my faith deserting me... This night is filled with cries of Dispossesed children in search of Paradise. A sign of unresolve that, Envisioned, drives the pinwheel on-and-on. I am disabled by fears concerning which course to take. When memory bears witness to The innocence, consumed in dying rage!The way lies through our love; There can be no other means to the end, Or keys to my heart... You will never find. You will never find!
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