Last leaf fallen Bare earth where green was born, Black Madonna Two eagles hang against a cloud, Sun comes up blood red Wind yells amoung the stone, All graceful instruments are known. When the windows all are broken And your love's become a toothless crone, When the voices of the storm Sound like a crowd, Winter morning breaks, you're all alone. The eyes are blind, Blue visions, all a seer can own, And touching makes the flesh to cry out loud This ground on which the seed of love is sown, All instruments are graceful.
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