Where is the gold I've spun
Where is the love I've won
Where is the life to live
When will I learn to give
Unite the promises
of passions bold
And the dreams
I've born of old
The cross and pains
of emptiness
The rose and thorns
of eternal bliss
All I ask of you
sweet Lord
Is love and light
and room and board
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