There Is Purity, Inasmuch

Like the purest rains in fall
I listen to the faded calls
One heart in rhythm, one body in breathe
There is purity, Inasmuch MacBeth

Falsely fall the fallen leaves
And yet they rest with gentle ease
Seasons change like fallen snow
Bellowed by the winds that blow

Even in the skies of yonder
There is life forever longer
One breath in body and body partake
I am silent in my wake

Fools flurry towards their fate
Desolate beads they desecrate
Mere humble thoughts beside the lake
Laid beside the burning stake

Fools have stood with feeble toes
Mere man of honour and it shows
No two heavens hear the harps
And there are feelings in my heart

I could be your intimate lover
Wayward sister or your brother
But I'm unlike any other

For there are tears and so I grieve
Unless I am the one deceived

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