He
stood like Jesus
He
smelt like heaven
His
eyes were winter
Our
story is
The
march of the lonely
The
march of the lonely
The
march of the lonely
Come
to me
In
my darkness
My
dark hero
My
tall stranger
Tears
of sweat
Cry
from our body
The
strength and the cruelty
In
your gentle nature
We
honour the silence, between
Ourselves
Between
ourselves
We
honour the silence, between
Ourselves
Between
ourselves
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