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Communion
River shake the pebble, and the river smooth the stone
The labor of a thousand men, you can do alone
Deliver me a message, thrown from a distant shore
Waiting for the answer, delivered to her door

These are the stories of communion
These are the visions left to hide
These are the feelings of desire
These are the hopes that she once cried
These are the hopes that she once cried

Summertime is coming, now the summertime is gone
Winter storms are drawing near, shadows can't be found
Wise men with their presence, and the prophets of the day
Cannot find the answer, despite what they might say

These are the stories of communion
These are the visions left to hide
These are the feelings of desire
These are the hopes that she once cried
These are the hopes that she once cried

A ring of crimson on his hand, a lonely hunter in the wood
Stop the world known to man, he'd stop the world if he could
A dance of separation, and a final dance of prayer
Whisper secrets in the morning, and place a kiss upon her hair

These are the stories of communion
These are the visions left to hide
These are the feelings of desire
These are the hopes that she once cried
These are the hopes that she once cried

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