By the light, we see our souls controlled
And we walk so slow
Bound to love.
Our eyes, our eyes,
We cannot feel
For they are gone
Into the world.
The hours, they pass
As single notes
And life becomes a song.
The world, the world,
It knows our souls
And wishes for nothing
But them, I'm told.
But love, but love,
It grows. It grows.
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