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A spirit rose from the earth |
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Slowly leaving... |
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Their candle-flame lonely, and so needing |
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Like dust in the night the prayers rise |
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Under the sick image of Christ |
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They talk to the nothingness |
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Old wounds were never mended |
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Something drops from the (autumn) leaves |
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Again it rains: |
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In a dry corner, salvation again declines |
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Sleep like a skull in the hard ground |
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Nothing for ears nothing for eyes |
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Without a shadow, waiting for nothing |
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The dark room, the moist tenement (of earth) |
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The cold kiss of release, great light |
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He was never man enough |
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In a world of cruel faces |
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He discovered that he was never man enough |
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He discovered nothing |
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Far above and beyond... |
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All in the name of god |
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The eyes refused to look ahead... |
