And they shall have no dominion
Not upon this love of ours
Not that great concrete city
And its towers
Where only the lies
And its folly - flowers
No! They shall not tell us the meaning of our love!
For we shall make our own way
Walking through the hay
Walking past the crap
Walking over the trap
Of the city and its thoughts
And to us - we shall keep the secret of our love!
No - they shall not have a voice
Using their T.V and their noise
Their superstars and their poise
To tell us the meaning of our love
Of you and me my dove !
Therein is the secret of our breath !
Nothing is surer or stronger than our meaning
Like a dew upon a leaf
Standing alone and gleaming
Our love has forgotten the city and its noise
The pollution of its dreaming
As we hold on to the light that binds us !
Ours is a spirit that burns blue
A feeling, an emotion
Ferocious at being true
And when the crystal wild moon
Throws out its hue
My love, I shall know your warmth !
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