Simple
by K.D. Laing
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Flawless light in a darkening air
Alone...and shining there
Love will not elude you
Love is simple
I worship this tenacity
And the beautiful struggle we're in
Love will not elude us
Love is simple
Be sure to know that
All in love Is ours
And love, as a philosophy
Is simple
I am calm in oblivion
Calm, as I ever have been
Love will not elude me
Love is simple
Be sure to know that
All in love
Is ours... Is ours...
That all in love
Is ours
And love, as philosophy
Is simple...
And ours...
Flawless light in a darkening air
Alone...and shining there
Love will not elude you
Love is simple
I worship this tenacity
And the beautiful struggle we're in
Love will not elude us
Love is simple
Be sure to know that
All in love Is ours
And love, as a philosophy
Is simple
I am calm in oblivion
Calm, as I ever have been
Love will not elude me
Love is simple
Be sure to know that
All in love
Is ours... Is ours...
That all in love
Is ours
And love, as philosophy
Is simple...
And ours...
Love is simple, as a philosophy so the song goes;
the one who sings, sings it with a voice most beautiful.
Building a civilization of love, its beautiful struggle and its tenacity.
Building a civilization of love, its beautiful struggle and its tenacity.
Love endures, we are often told.
It remains, exists, calm in oblivion as never before.
There is certainty in love.
Yet this sense of the certain, the possible, is a freedom.
Be sure to know that all love, in the civilization of love, is ours.
It's simple and free, acting upon one's will and so it remains.
There is no cage, no jailer to contain the beloved.
Indeed it is too big to contain. The civilization founded all in love may contain struggles,
it may contain simple knowledge.
Freedom in a flawless light amid a darkening sky.
It remains, exists, calm in oblivion as never before.
There is certainty in love.
Yet this sense of the certain, the possible, is a freedom.
Be sure to know that all love, in the civilization of love, is ours.
It's simple and free, acting upon one's will and so it remains.
There is no cage, no jailer to contain the beloved.
Indeed it is too big to contain. The civilization founded all in love may contain struggles,
it may contain simple knowledge.
Freedom in a flawless light amid a darkening sky.
A love too big to contain.
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