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Take me by the hand, see me through your placid garden. Walk with me, St. Mary's. March me in time to your rhythm; let me wield the mallet that beats your drum. Sing to me, St. Mary's. String my sole into the primordial web within the black walnut tree. Lay with me, St. Mary's. Close my eyes and tilt me back; dip me into the murky pond. Baptize me, St. Mary's. Take me down to the fiery shoreline; we'll linger beneath the countenance of the rugged cross. Crucify me, St. Mary's. Sit me by your mystic grave, cast a silent earthy veil over me. Bury me, St. Mary's. Chip me from the rock, free me of these shackles, rocket me into the heavens. Liberate me, St. Mary's.
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Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 7:15 PM UTC
The Eighth Wonder
Take me by the hand, see me through your placid garden. Walk with me, St. Mary's. March me in time to your rhythm; let me wield the mallet that beats your drum. Sing to me, St. Mary's. String my sole into the primordial web within the black walnut tree. Lay with me, St. Mary's. Close my eyes and tilt me back; dip me into the murky pond. Baptize me, St. Mary's. Take me down to the fiery shoreline; we'll linger beneath the countenance of the rugged cross. Crucify me, St. Mary's. Sit me by your mystic grave, cast a silent earthy veil over me. Bury me, St. Mary's. Chip me from the rock, free me of these shackles, rocket me into the heavens. Liberate me, St. Mary's.
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Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 7:15 PM UTC
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