| We sit on steps of St Anne’s Cathedral
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| Cold whips of wind with choir of gods
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| Your kin of my kin side by side
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| Like sea water lapping the hall of a
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| With sun on the bricks I see you again
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| Fierce as a foghorn? |
| sweet as a ram?
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| We talk about all of the people we knew
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| Their lives full of worth looking up to
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| I wanna go were the sun’s a
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| Where the will shine
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| Where the moonlight’s a
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| appear guarding
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| With laughter in pines and bright ribbon streaming
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| Where rain gutter storms as black as a taxi
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| Clusters of life from Cave Hill and
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| Spring grass as fragrant sour
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| And the irises shaking their flowery beds
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| I’ve known you forever and it does my heart good
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| To see smile as the raindrops drip down your hood
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| I wanna go were the sun’s a
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| Where the will shine
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| Where the moonlight’s a
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| I wanna go were the sun’s a
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| Where the will shine
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| Where the moonlight’s a
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| I had a dream my hand grasped the olive branch
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| I had a dream my hand grasped the olive branch
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| I had a dream our hands grasped the olive branch
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| I had a dream our hands grasped the olive branch
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| I had a dream our hands grasped the olive branch |