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...And on we climb higher/from our Earthly pyre/Truth's echoed desire/Unstrung from the lyre...
...as it picks me from afar/holding the sacred key/the pass into infinity/I open 'the DOOR'/and let my Heart FREE..
Gentle hands run through my hair/Smooth fingers trace with Angel's care
In mother's arms that forged in gold/Rings of Hope from Love's true mold
Carrying me lightly,surely,home/HOME,where our hearts forever roam
Not even Nocturn's spectral reach like a cold blade can sever our ethereal duet from Dreams(dulcis somnia-bonum nocte)