Veil Of Maya
Sounds of love play softly in my ear
The notes of which are warm and tame
Not played are those the ones you hear
That help me sing her name
Walk the lines that path her sides
Until you reach the holds of sin
Not judged are those the ones you hide
Let silk become our skin
Ah her lips leave much to steal
They sigh as I drift away
Not scarred are those the ones you heal
The wounds make lovers stay
Not found is this pariah
Amidst this veil of Maya
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