These whispers, false they are,
Spread by the tongues of men, afar.
These whispers, false they are,
Echoing in the dark.
Let not your soul be named,
Let not your heart be claimed,
Let not your spirit be tamed.
Does your soul find solace in this art?
These whispers, false they are,
Spread by the tongues of men, afar.
These whispers, whispers.
A myriad of woes the world does keep,
Why then, is love, a scapegoat, weep?
Other reasons, boundless, deep,
That hold the human heart in sleep.
The sorrowful, the lost, they roam,
Their hearts devoured, far from home.
From dusk till dawn, a restless foam,
Who wanders, ever, never to comb?
These whispers, false they are,
Spread by the tongues of men, afar.
If love you've known, what then, does it mean?
Is peace not found, a vibrant scene?
What cannot be escaped, unseen,
Is this a fate, forever keen?
If you agree, believe this plea,
That wealth and lament are not decree.
Is separation a harsh decree?
Or is union's flaw, lost to thee?
These whispers, false they are,
Spread by the tongues of men, afar.
If you confide, we'll gladly do,
To know the soul, we strive anew.
To that maiden, words we'll imbue,
For a new epoch, fresh and true.
Go, leave, fulfill your quest's desire,
Is this love's tale, a burning fire?
What tangled web, what strange attire?
What woven thread, to ever aspire?
These whispers, false they are,
Spread by the tongues of men, afar.
Let not your soul be named,
Does your soul find solace in this art?
These whispers, false they are,
Spread by the tongues of men, afar.
These whispers, whispers.
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