Frank Boozer

Body of Lies presence of the past memories
Those that cross our borders falsely
Conquer the richer land leaving the poorer
One needs to stop to see the invisible
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All evil starts with the best of intentions.
Under a bandit sky transformed into thief
The Devil masquerades as the personal ego
Hiding in clear site pictured as our friend
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Are you awake going somewhere in the distant
The sleeping ones know not the power of fantasy
And satisfied by imaginary instead of the real
Wake up from the day slip into magic things
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Come closer so no one will hear our whispering
Others not in love will consider our words indecent
Hide behind the garden walls along our secret path
Lay down among the bee's sucking flowers into honey
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