| I wrote a four word letter, with post script, in crooked lines,
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| «Tho I’d lived I’d never been alive.»
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| You know who I am You held my hem as I traveled
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| Blind listening to a whispering in my ear,
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| Soft, but getting stronger,
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| Telling me the only purpose of my being here is to stay a Bit longer.
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| So I stole a bicycle chain,
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| The handlebars crashed to the ground,
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| The back wheel detached from the frame,
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| It kept rolling, but aimlessly drifting around
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| Oh, doubters, let’s go down
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| Won’t you come on down to the river to pray?
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| «But I’m so small i can barely be seen.
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| How can this great love be inside of me?»
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| Look at your eyes,
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| They’re small in size, but they see enormous things.
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| Wearing black canvas slippers in that frog-on-a-lily-pad
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| Pose.
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| We sewed buttons and zippers to pink chinese silk
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| And olive night clothes.
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| If you can omeday stop by somehow we’ll show you
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| The pictures & fix you some tea.
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| (See, my dad’s getting a bit older now, and just
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| Unimaginable lonely)
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| Oh, pretenders, let’s go down.
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| Won’t you come on down to the river and pray?
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| «But I’m so afraid,"or «I'm set in my ways»
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| But he’ll make the rabbits and rocks sing his praise
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| «But I’m so tired, I won’t last long.»
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| No, he uses weak things to overcome the strong!
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| Oh Amanda, let’s go down
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| Mama, nana, won’t you come on down to the river and
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| Pray?
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| A wick to fit the wax,
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| Wood to fit the wire
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| You strike the match
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| Why not be utterly changed to fire?
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| To sacrifice the shadow and the mist of a brief life you
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| Never mich liked
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| If you’d care to come along we’re gonna curb all our never
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| Ending,
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| Clever complaining (as who’s ever heard of a singer
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| Criticized by his song?)
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| We hunger, but through all that we eat brings us a little
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| Relief
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| We don’t know quite what else to do,
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| We have all our beliefs,
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| But we don’t want our beliefs,
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| God of peace,
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| We want you. |