never thought it could be this way
thought we could be more than friends
never believed in the hands of time
our separation lies
never believed my deception was from within
never believed in pretence feelings are given
thought we were real than shadows could tell
out of soft gaze cometh thee
that leads the heart to where it brokeness lie
in thy soft gaze i am enspelled
satto voce i whispered your name
what has time done unto me?
My desire has distance denied
if distance were not my foes
if time were not my hurdles
what fate would have known my name?
What song would you have sang with me?
Would you have taught me
the song which the sons of pleasures sing?
Would the sound of my name be heard from thy voice?
In seeking for love would you have ran to me? ? ?
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