Your convent-cloistered, cluttered mind

[calls] out for me but i'm behind

You cannot see into your room

Whose perfumed depths sing songs of doom



But i am cold and cannot see

A way out of this mystery



Wild horses couldn't change your mind

Or help you up and let you find

That i am here cold or blind

That i have something left to find



But i am cold and cannot see

A way out of your mystery



An ali baba you would be

In search of treasure endlessly

And like some jewel you'ld comfort me

And in your showcase i would be



But i am cold and cannot see

A way out of your mystery


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