Y & T
Compass
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I have wasted ten years in a blind-fold, Ten-fold more than i've invested now in sight. I have travelled bevelled mirrors in a fly crawl, Losing the reflection of a fight. But like a compass seeking north, . There lives in me a still, sure, spirit part. Clouds of doubt are cut asunder . By the lightning and the thunder Shining from the compass of my heart . I have flown the frantic flight of the bat-wing And only known the dark because of that I have seized death's door-handle Like a fish out of the water Waiting for the mercy of the cat. But like a compass seeking north, . There lives in me a still, sure, spirit part. Clouds of doubt are cut asunder . By the lightning and the thunder Shining from the compass of my heart .
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