| Should you hurt yourself or simply sleep?
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| I shall collect myself after I weep,
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| And garb myself in ocean blue,
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| With no method of goodbye for you,
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| Should the marsh render a crane to cry,
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| And should the sea suspend her gulls to fly,
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| I’ll lend myself unto their wings,
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| And hear the voice of Jesus sing,
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| No wish for she whose whimsy does soar,
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| No wish to sleep forever more,
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| No eye shadow as thick as paint,
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| No pigment pleads unto the faint
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| Forgiveness like a blanket of snow whispers like the wind does blow,
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| Beckoning unto the deep, offering unto the meek,
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| And there you lay in Jesus' hands, resting there beside the lamb,
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| There will not be a circular piece to drive into a square shaped keep,
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| No hands to hold within my own,
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| No second soul inside our home,
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| We’ll walk beside the crystal sea,
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| Myself for my love, and my love for me |