I have been found in solitary places
By the wanderlust children of Eden
With the grimaces of forlorn faces
Wandering in the wilderness
The Flower Children of Inverness
Eros, Storge, Pragma, Mania, Agape and Ludus
Like the Fallen Angels from the abyss of Venus
Who have left their burden behind
And freed their mind of all their fears
Wiped away with their cold tears.
For His light has given sight to the blind.
And His kiss has given breath to the earth
And silenced the rage of the furies of wrath.
Come, O wandering daughters of Jove
Come home to the embrace of true love.
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