“I sacrifice my power on the altar of your love
that it may be born again on another world.”

—  Mike Scott

"Universal Hall" (co-written with Steve Wickham)
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Context: I sacrifice my power on the altar of your love
that it may be born again on another world.
Come friend, let us climb the winding flights of stairs
through the narrow door into the chamber bare
a single candle burns as we seat ourselves
words take form in our minds and repeat themselves :
"My beloved and I are one…"

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