...when the dark wood fell before me...and all the paths were overgrown....
Dante's Prayer Loreena McKennitt
| When the dark wood fell before me And all the paths were overgrown When the priests of pride say there is no other way I tilled the sorrows of stone I did not believe because I could not see Cast your eyes on the ocean Then the mountain rose before me Cast your eyes on the ocean Though we share this humble path, alone Breathe life into this feeble heart Cast your eyes on the ocean |
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...though we share this humble path, alone...How fragile is the heart
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