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14 long years, she lies, oh she lies, oh. And love as she lies, she dreams in white stone. Colonnade marbled and balcony empty. A broken band, broken remarks, broken time. 14 long years, she dreams, oh she dreams, oh. As dream as she dreams on of lover entwines. Her limbs grow round his limbs. She drinks from a bottle. She walks through the city. She's lost and then found. 14 long years, further back scattered. She sits on some beach and reasons with him in a secret red moist heart. The most loved and most dark. The flame shaft and fierce dart. The rose leaf the moss part. Spread eagled like starfish, Most pain and most fear. Like flower of sea grass, Most fragile and harmless. Most fiery and bloody. Most child-like and wrinkled. This starfish, this spider, Most wretched and great. Do not cry for me. Let me show you the path, on which we neither come nor go. She smiles at me lakewide, wet brown-eyed and dark skinned. Some dark moon unmoved stalks through her loss. Do not spend this night with me. I shall make the fallen blind see. This too another broken toy , from broken girl gift to broken boy. I ask my sea blue rushing mother, "Shall she hear the lions roar?"

(c) David Tibet