I would pitch all my fortunes
And lay them at your feet
For what is being forlorn
And what is being sweet?
There is no sacrifice.
There is no pain.
There is no meek redemption
For the insane--
The kind that a wild heart wills,
The kind that absolute love kills.
If I could risk something
It would be to slay damnation
For there is no sacrifice.
There is no pain.
There are no misfortunes really;
Just you with the Universe
In my heart laid at your feet --
A victory call under jewelled trees.
A love-filled dance beneath the seas.
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