Saloman hung down her head, laid bare her heart
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For the world to see, she craved for intimacy
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Through darkened doors her aspect veiled with indecision
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Gazed out to sea, she craved lucidity
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Cast adrift from past relationships in her life
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Hoisted up the ideal, this was her saving grace
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Sea's of rage that once assailed her concern for the truth
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Had passed her by and left her high and dry
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In her saviour's arms...[4x]
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Across the sea lies the fountain of renewal
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Where you will see the whole cause of your lonliness
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Can be measured in dreams that transcend all these lies
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And I wish and I pray that there may come a day
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For a saviour's arms...[4x]
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Enigma Of The Absolute
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| Dead Can Dance |
