by James Raymond and David Crosby
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and inhabited the body of my child and for a moment she could speak to me She was radiant and calm though her eyes were slightly wild she could surely see things that we can't see Angel of mercy angel of dreams nothing's ever quite what it seems She said I bring to you this message a little glimpse of passage while you lay your head down, down to rest and this love that you follow it will never grow hollow it is the one true flame to fuel your quest (CH) there are no guarantees that wisdom will come find you it is written on no stone that you will be so blessed but I hear they are pleased somewhere with these weavings of harp and drum and bell and thte truth we find between your pages pressed and kept for another voice to tell Angel of mercy angel of dreams nothing's ever quite what it seems copyright 1999 James Raymond and David Crosby - all rights reserved |
