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# 2 (Lyric) by Lifeboatman
If caves be clandestine, they shall prove no refuge of mine
In haste, concealed behind weaves and folds meager dafodills,
Necessity's promise I ask be thine
Let it then cling to thy wings, gush forth from hidden springs
Let thy glory shine, let it blaze. Ours is what they are longing.
Yet go gently, never in haste. Deny not what you desire to taste
Then shall glee befall us. And permit them, we shall, our hearts to
tame
Yet long before this is done, we shall dance upon their dying names.
Imperturbably, we shant cease. By each breathless smile let our
laughter increase
Nonchalant we shall prove to be against their want for hunger appeased
"Form in wild violets into boquets. Let music sing," we shall say.
Me, you and Solitude shall together feast. We'll set our hunger upon
the sight we leave
And shall we cry our tears as we prove spectators to all of Autumn's
plays.
When ends Time's full requirement and thus sleep flanked by timeless
walls,
Does it mean that ours is done? Must we to Time's fall fall?
There never was a king who us did rule; society had branded us fools.
We never did want, we never did need. Let them suffer their own greed.
We have ourselves to be true with. We need not show haste nor speed.
Ours is one absolute in Time-Reality where we live our universe.
Ours was but meant to be sung in magnificence or in beauty versed.
So veil not, my love, what is truly ours and hold until Time calls us by
the hour
He may soon reach his minutes and seconds yet we shant yield, beloved.
Each threat he holds to make two us shall yet hold still our shadows'
contour.
We are one, my love. We shall bend neither to lower fire nor to the ice
above.
We shall hold Forever by the fittings and shall, our hearts, through
Eternity move.
For caves belie secrecy and thine has plainess its intricacies.
And Necessity's promise? Cleaved yet and quelled her fire!
Cling! Cling! Let us to haste. Let you and me be our only desire.
Let them all their follies prove while we on golden rainbows move.
Shhhh! Be quiet. Be Still. Else our secret betrays. Only you shall
know of my love.
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