Even the sea has embraced the sun; and still I hear a silent prayer on my every dream. And Still I feel the spirit whose flames does not burn, whose heat does not hurt. Whose Fire within me does not die, as mine servant for the eye of desire.
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Even the sea has embraced the sun; and still I hear a silent prayer on my every dream. And Still I feel the spirit whose flames does not burn, whose heat does not hurt. Whose Fire within me does not die, as mine servant for the eye of desire.