I come from a land,
Close to my soul;
Where the demons sit in the sand,
And spread a misery foul.
I come from a land,
Not too far;
From where my spirit did land,
To keep my tears afar.
I come from a land,
That kept me;
From being an island,
By offering me a sensual game.
I come from a land,
That once was mellow;
That had a magic wand
To wave at a deed very shallow.
I come from that land,
To go a distant place;
Where the truth I can stand,
and none know my face.
Close to my soul;
Where the demons sit in the sand,
And spread a misery foul.
I come from a land,
Not too far;
From where my spirit did land,
To keep my tears afar.
I come from a land,
That kept me;
From being an island,
By offering me a sensual game.
I come from a land,
That once was mellow;
That had a magic wand
To wave at a deed very shallow.
I come from that land,
To go a distant place;
Where the truth I can stand,
and none know my face.
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