Letra de The New Word

The great word of blessedness
And a feeling of ease
A cup of the well
Of freedom and life
We joyfully drink
Inside, all was new
But outwards nothing had changed

An escapade
Then to the altar
To evaluate all parts
Of the great mystery
But all remains
On the same spot
No signs of a new season

In my hand is a new word
But the word is
Still without a body

A hidden life-stream
That swells in the deep
Will soon give the word
A second face

In my hand is a new word
But the word is
Still without a body
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