path through
i'm more guesthouse, than a temple
a part of picture, just one part
and every stranger stay apart...
still nothing more - and nothing less -
no more anathema, no bless
no more confess, it's darkest night
they go away, and don't see - light
no matter who, no matter - how
the only time we have is - now...
i am guesthouse - you path through -
a song, what never listened to..
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