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I’m stranded deserted

The ice is stabbing my body – my naked soul

You’re like a fire that I need I crave

But though I need you

If you get too close ill burn

Don’t get too close I can’t keep away



You’re trying to tell me something

I can’t understand a word you say

You speak the languages of angels

You are among them

Time will cure all disease

Time will heal all pains

Time will free all seas

Time will break all chains

The chaser will become the chased

The hunter will become the hunted

Time will freeze all deserts

Time will burn all stars

Time will ease all hurts

Time will reveal all scars

The predator will become the prey

The hater will become the hated

The lover never the loved



Loved