And when you speak in tongue of land
To which you journ'd, new shores, new sand
I swear, Los'ev, I've heard such songs before.
But not in realms of waking spoke such words
So soft, so sweet, serene.
For in my dreams when Angel's speak, it's in your voice
And in soft tongue from distant land
That forced apart my clasping hand.
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