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A drill to the brain sha’nt cure the cancer of my heart, A song so sweet can’t thin my blood of the past, Flattering tongues run rant will play their course, But I fear, oh I fear There is light Perhaps Amidst the night I felt his hands smooth the pieces, With such love, oh such love Spin the wheel and mold my clay Thawed by his warmth. There is light Yes. There is light. Alas, the glue will not hold, And my pieces fall away I turn for them For I fear, oh I fear. There is light Yes But it burns too bright A doe following intermittent lines I’m blinded by the glare And dash for my life Leaving him There is light Yes. and it blinds me
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Dec 21, 2011
Dec 21, 2011 at 9:45 PM UTC
No one knows me and no one knows me, but he, oh he.
A drill to the brain sha’nt cure the cancer of my heart, A song so sweet can’t thin my blood of the past, Flattering tongues run rant will play their course, But I fear, oh I fear There is light Perhaps Amidst the night I felt his hands smooth the pieces, With such love, oh such love Spin the wheel and mold my clay Thawed by his warmth. There is light Yes. There is light. Alas, the glue will not hold, And my pieces fall away I turn for them For I fear, oh I fear. There is light Yes But it burns too bright A doe following intermittent lines I’m blinded by the glare And dash for my life Leaving him There is light Yes. and it blinds me
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mike-finney
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Dec 21, 2011
Dec 21, 2011 at 9:45 PM UTC
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