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Last leaf fallen
bare earth where green was born,
Black Madonna
two eagles hang against a cloud,
Sun comes up blood red
wind yells amoung the stone,
All graceful instruments are known.

When the windows all are broken
and your love's become a toothless crone,
when the voices of the storm
sound like a crowd,
winter morning breaks, you're all alone.

The eyes are blind,
blue visions, all a seer can own,
and touching makes the flesh to cry out loud
This ground on which the seed of love is sown,
All instruments are graceful