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(VERSE 1)
She's observing who's in town
While she's seated making lace
Busy being suspended for awhile
Sitting on the inside full of grace
She's so detached witnessing all
Inside a maverick vantage point
As she rests here unable to move
She'll never disappoint one joint
In her knowing of all the reasons
She's quietly gathering impressions
She's seen within all the seasons
All the while guided by her senses
Still, they are impossible to express
While becoming the fiber of the days
She's absorbing the fabric of all time
And she's drenched in all the ways
(CHORUS)
Traces of lace all around
Traces of lace on the ground
Whispers of lace pouring
Holding in all the sound
Traces of lace filling the hall
Traces of lace just all around
Traces of lace binding us all
Traces of lace lined in grace
Traces of grace filling the space
And bringing forth grace for all
Grace for all, grace to all
Grace for all, grace to all
BRIDGE
In on all outstanding outer factors
All's playing out before her eyes
Making all of our realities warm
All's playing out without guise
Right before your very eyes
(VERSE 2)
Distantly busy her eyes faintly aware
Knowingly holding all that surrounds
An outpouring of optimal expressions
In a flood she's bringing hidden riches
In an understanding of all the signs
Crystal clear she's never bent
And in sensing all the hidden clues
She's always poised keenly intent
Soaking in the stands of the night
As she makes sure all is in place
And she's trapped getting all done
In covering all the reasons in space
Beyond all the vantage points set
She's a clearing house for truth
Impossible to impress or stress
A sincerity of inspirational youth
(REPEAT CHORUS)
(VERSE 3)
Engaging behind all the scenes before
She's walking in the door scoring
Fathoming the cold making all warm
Keeping in an impersonal reality
In finest of vital precise awareness
Delicately seeing between all lines
She's smiling as she's fashioning
And forging knowing all the fines
As we're learning calling it our own
We're here catching a rare glimpse
Knowingly baring life's blessed gist
Becoming more than just mere chimps
Seeing here with the eyes of the gods
A mounting uniqueness is surfacing
As a busy leading hand moves warmly
Impossible to express as gifts rising
(REPEAT CHORUS)
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Mistress
