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But there's God in you And in your son, Michael and baby Claire God's in the curves of your face as you swallow an idea from open air God's in the taste on your tongue, as you chew and it spills out of your fingers over white paper cut in blue stripes God's in your skin too where your blood cuts blue stripes too and sometimes the stripes turn red and raw God's in the way you look at me and that's not a science at all
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Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 11:14 AM UTC
There's No God in Science
But there's God in you And in your son, Michael and baby Claire God's in the curves of your face as you swallow an idea from open air God's in the taste on your tongue, as you chew and it spills out of your fingers over white paper cut in blue stripes God's in your skin too where your blood cuts blue stripes too and sometimes the stripes turn red and raw God's in the way you look at me and that's not a science at all
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Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 11:14 AM UTC
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