I walk it up
I walk it down
I know not what I do
Your love is a sword
Made of folded gold
In the shape of my heart
I walk it up
Walking blind
Walking blind
All I heard was him
All I saw were eyes
By the world begun
I walk it down
Walking blind
Walking blind
Angel falling, angel blessed
Sister how fair is your love
I know not what I do
Walking blind
Walking blind
From the face of love to love
From the face of love to love
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