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If I felt it  possible to conquer you
I’d head right out to fight the war
But this being so far from the truth
I willing surrender you that privileged score
If I felt that I could pass you by
I’d give you not one solitary thought further
But with this being, but a blatant lie
I succumb to my contemplative splendor
And If I felt you were not worth the price
I’d leave this besotted world debt and burden free
But as the swallow sings freedom overhead
I know he is merely mocking, that fool who breathes  in me
For to conquer you, would constitute my losing
Passing you by, this not even choice
And as for price, what price should not be paid?
When the heart finally comes to know – the lover’s voice
bkmackenzie 2010