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But if there was a single truth, a single light, a single thought, a singular touch of grace

A thousand years, a thousand more, a thousand times a million doors to eternity
I may have lived a thousand lives, a thousand times an endless turning stairway climbs to a tower of souls
If it takes another thousand years, a thousand wars, the towers rise to numberless floors in space
I could shed another million tears, a million breaths, a million names but only one truth to face

A million roads, a million fears, a million suns, ten million years of uncertainty
I could speak a million lies, a million songs, a million rights, a million wrongs in this balance of time
But if there was a single truth, a single light, a single thought, a singular touch of grace
Then following this single point, this single flame, the single haunted memory of your face

I still love you
I still want you
A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves like galaxies in my head

I may be numberless, I may be innocent, I may know many things, I may be ignorant
Or I could ride with kings and conquer many lands
Or win this world at cards and let it slip my hands
I could be cannon food, destroyed a thousand times, reborn as fortune's child to judge another's crimes
Or wear this pilgrim's cloak, or be a common thief
I've kept this single faith, I have but one belief

I still love you
I still want you
A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves like galaxies in my head
On and on the mysteries unwind themselves
Eternities still unsaid 'til you love me

@музыка: Sting ~ A Thousand Years

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