TOUCH FRESH MY BLEEDING HEART II
TOUCH FRESH MY BLEEDING HEART
Cold-fingered stir, new altars burn
Within my dust hewn past
The story left, transcribe, discern
Remolded evening last
A humble life recast
A humble life recast
To stand alone, abyss, pure pale
Thrice beaconed, calling clear
And fill anew thy pyre’s grail
With all I now hold dear
Pray help contrast my fear
Pray help contrast my fear
No templed stone, cold fabled dirge
Soloed refrained impart
Lost within, grand illumined surge
Ne’er move in truth apart
Touch fresh my bleeding heart
Touch fresh my bleeding heart
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