From the moon, the bloom, or my own tongue, hear,
From the moon, the bloom, or my own tongue, hear.
Your tale echoes, whispered everywhere, hear,
From the moon, the bloom, or my own tongue, hear.
Not all can paint the world with grace and art,
Not all can paint the world with grace and art.
What is life? Listen to love's speaking heart,
Your tale echoes, whispered everywhere, hear,
From the moon, the bloom, or my own tongue, hear.
My voice itself, a veil upon my face,
My voice itself, a veil upon my face.
I am the silence; hear me from that space,
Your tale echoes, whispered everywhere, hear,
From the moon, the bloom, or my own tongue, hear.
Must every curtain fall, laid bare and wide?
Must every curtain fall, laid bare and wide?
Hear of my plight from where you now reside,
Your tale echoes, whispered everywhere, hear,
From the moon, the bloom, or my own tongue, hear.
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