Gentle
I
( a river)
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There Are so many ways to say the same thing
Nothing really can be said
LOOK!
:
he is here
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God's face!
Becomes your face!
Becomes my face!
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The third "I"
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Here on Logan mountain I sit in stillness
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I ride the D- train in from Brooklyn
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I'm never not on the D-train
Though sometimes I'm going from
Manhattan into Brooklyn
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I sit alone on Logan mountain
Everybody is here
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