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Smoke from the fire in the gray clouds
Salt on the lips from the night winds
Herbs in her hands, a spell on her lips
In the shaky mirror, only water and fear
She doesn't ask or borrow
She just leads you from the paths to the threshold
And you seem to be guided
There's a full moon in your eyes
And you're apparently Vedic
Weaving threads into an eclipse
And in every no of yours is a conspiracy
And in every go away is a sentence
And you're apparently Vedic
And this is your law
They say that at midnight by the pond
She takes on her silhouette
That your dreams are someone's dreams
Embroidered with a cross on the inside of a star
You don't count your sins and years
You guard the silence by the window
And you're probably led
Your eyes are full of moonlight
And you're probably led
You weave threads into an eclipse
And every no is a conspiracy
And every go away is a sentence
And you're probably led
And that's your law
And if the candle flame bends
And the shadow on the wall speaks
She won't ask for protection
She keeps her choice
Not witchcraft, but just knowledge
Where the root of passion lies and suffering
And you seem to be guided
There's a full moon in your eyes
And you seem to be guided
Weaving threads into an eclipse
And in every no of yours, there's a conspiracy
And in every go away is a sentence
And you apparently are led
And this is your law
