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~Is there a Sun? The peasant smiles to the questions, The king lies to the answers And I compile the truth Take me away Take me away... I reach for your hand, and you give me wings I fly to your hand and you derive me stings I fall for your hand and you rise me outlive Bless me away Bless me away... Upon the seas, I ask the dove to love me; "Weren't you of the feeder?" asked the sesame Maybe the desert wasn't the blasphemy, I thought Inhale me inside Inhale me always...