Swifts and Sparrows - Philosopher | Текст песни

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A face lost in a crowded room
Ancient stories told of Bride and Groom
His wisdom crowns a silver line
In the morning skies, blooms a star to shine

A voice heard in an empty tomb
A knowledge to behold
Nurtured from the womb
An Author starts with ink and quill
Parchment bound by skin
Pours out His heart's fill

Search your heart for the truth
See the stars shine for you
Breathe the words at the end
Whispers heard from a friend

O my soul looks back to see
All the pain for One to bear
There You bridged the gap for me
And so I run to meet You there

O let the dead now hear Thy voice
Now bid Thy banished ones rejoice
Their beauty this; their glorious dress
Thy scarlet blood beats in our chests

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