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| Iser's Run |
Doves consoled me to the road
Which led me to the stream of grief
And everywhere sad hope
For spring was everywhere
Praising the way it happened
Praising the way it could be
Praising the myth of forgiveness
The passionate transitory
A dangerous season
As if there were a choice.
Which led me to the stream of grief
And everywhere sad hope
For spring was everywhere
Praising the way it happened
Praising the way it could be
Praising the myth of forgiveness
The passionate transitory
A dangerous season
As if there were a choice.
