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'Twas in another lifetime |
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One of soil and blood |
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When blackness was a virtue |
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And the road was full of mud |
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I came in from the wilderness |
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A creature wild in form |
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Come in, she said, |
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I'll give you |
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Shelter from the storm |
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Not a word was spoken between us |
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There was little risk involved |
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Everything up to that point |
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Had been left unresolved |
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Try imagining a place |
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Where it's always safe and warm |
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Come in, she said, |
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I'll give you |
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Shelter from the storm |
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The deputy walks on hard nails |
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And the preacher rides a mount |
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But nothing really matters very much |
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It's the doom alone that counts |
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And the one-eyed undertaker |
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He blows a futile horn |
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Come in, she said, |
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I'll give you |
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Shelter from the storm |
