| On a hill this is no dream
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| Much as I would wish it so
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| Much as I would wish the earth itself
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| To bloom in black, to overflow
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| And is Heaven coughing blood?
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| Or is this just rain that burns my cheeks?
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| Cause I swear I’ve not been crying
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| But I’ve crying here for weeks
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| And all my days will just be numbers
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| Despite my losing count
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| These tears are oxygen and hydrogen
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| In changeless and ordained amounts
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| 'Cause the answer was yes or no
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| There were only two ways to go
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| Still I lost the moment to transgress
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| When I answered no or yes
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| I will make this very clear
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| I will do this only once
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| I am gazing at your holiness
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| I am standing still and facing front
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| So I’ve come back to repent
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| And I’ve come back to reclaim
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| Some infinitude of silence
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| The unspeaking of my name
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| Will you grow this hill to mountains?
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| Will the mountains fall to space?
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| And each degree of every circle
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| Paint a forest on my face?
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| There were never words for yes or no
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| Through the Earth above, through the Earth below
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| And no borderland to repossess
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| When I answered no or
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| no-no-no |