He made the world a grassy road before our bare wandering feet.
Come quick, You Light that knows no evening...
come, alone to the alone!
There are a thousand half-smiles
well worth leaving for to take your madness home,
And You dance inside my chest
She's like a hot cloth on a fevered head
And like a needle she leads me
Well, I follow like thread
And now I haven't even thought about
Killing myself in almost five months.
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