Kaleidoscope Grace
In The Crypt of the night
I am the only one singing to your grace
To my emperor, I hear only your memoirs
Memoirs that are my complete screen publication
A present I like to identify my diagram of the globe
I am colliding like two pennies in a wishing rig
Do they hold my single accurate with of contentment?
Now I am bending on my knees, so saintly
Calling out your name, I don't hear a beat
But I hear a mind-reading bond of a kaleidoscope
To your grace of love
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