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As the salmon swim upstream, reddened with deca
To die there in their birthplace, so will I chang
As the stream becomes inert and the wildflowers fad
As the forest turns to desert, so will I chang
When the devil appeared, I locked him in a bo
Sure if it opened, that he would eat me u
Oh, how I feared at what my fate might b
I couldn't see, locked in that box, that love held the ke
Strands disentwine, and realign, an egg divides, cells multipl
And so I'm told that I was born of halves, and I then so remaine
Halves reunite a single slav
The mind a lorn enclave both hateful and attrite
the body turned a grave of muddy appetite
If the truth is an open mind, love is an open hear
Love cannot be unkind, love is blin
The mind is a deathcamp apart from love so divin
Love in its own time, love has its own design
The mingling of two souls in transformation, encoded in this chai
Through all transfiguration, all essence must remain, all is changelessly in chang
Come out, the winter's over, come out into the da
Come out, the winter's over, no season ever stay
All is changelessly in chang
If the truth is an open mind, love is an open hear
Love cannot be unkind, love is blin
The mind is a deathcamp apart, from the love of an open hear
Love in its own time, love is divine, love has its own design
Love is changelessly in chang
Love is change
