The Song Of Our Longing

The Song Of Our Longing

The world is my oyster,
my castle, my cloister,
and the flower of the heather’s in bloom.
The world is my garden,
my mansion, my prison,
and the flower of the heather’s in bloom.
The world is my stone tomb,
my cold death, my warm womb,
and the flower of the heather’s in bloom.
And there’s only one song,
and there is no other,
and the flower of the heather’s in bloom.
The song of our longing,
the song of the lover,
and the flower of the heather’s in bloom.

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