Bestow My Desire

Cynics

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    My hands are bound, by the sound of a bell. A chime I cherish
    and
    respect. A divine song, played upon my chest and echoing
    through
    my soul. Not a voice, nor any angel can bring me to my knees
    faster, then the softness of it's touch. Drowning my strength,
    as
    it turns into my tears. Weakness prevails as I'm swallowed deep
    into trance. Whispering tones, emerge from my bliss. They
    surround
    my heart in gold. To only touch the physical side would lock me
    in
    for eternity.

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