The way the sun goes
Up and over us is him striving
To relieve our blindness
Spreading himself on things
The light of the life of love
And he is not afraid to say it
I am a musician of the heart
Unkindness worries me deeply
I'm not sorry for the lightening
It was of your own making
Here's how it goes - think
Of me as both the dancing
And your partner and we
Will dance till dawn
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