Lately, I go towards a light
Without putting up a fight
I go in wonder
Warned by the thunder
I sow a reaping
For all my grieving
You take my treasure
I'm blind by mystic pleasure
Without putting up a fight
I go in wonder
Warned by the thunder
I sow a reaping
For all my grieving
You take my treasure
I'm blind by mystic pleasure
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