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From the bosom of your mind to the January snow
The phoenix rises crying, hoping for a tow
I look back down the centuries at the border control
To comic pages black & white and bookworms in the soul
Chorus
From the bosom of your mind
My love in those days was so very few
I have an eye, this very eye
That keeps focused on the clue
On the clue in the bosom of your mind
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From the bosom of your mind to the servants door
The rebellion is gathering for the latest war
I am just a servant urging liberty
Who cannot change the minds of what people think of me?
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In the bosom of your mind to the rivers of flame
A wild soul arises, a soul without a name
All the servant owns is left upon the stair
As she goes in search of a love somewhere.
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