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Gods
Goddesses

( nothing less )

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We were married in Brooklyn
We are holy

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We ride the el -train dawn til dawn

We put stars in the sky so we can see

The young lovers on the roof tops cryin

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So many poets there

You can't tell them from the beggars
You can't tell them from the saints

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I hold reality in my hand

If there's a god it's still okay

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I seen this girl legs spread open

Lying in the brazen streets

So many men came by and ****** her
Til she was dead

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Everybody doin somethin

Anything just to get paid

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Little child it's still holy

Only holy

Forever holy

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Little lovely child so holy

Come and ride awhile with me

Yes, the air is electric.
There is wind and there is rain,
But the rain is gentle, like an outdoor shower
on a tropical island,
And the wind is reviving, it caresses the skin,
Awakes, restores, renews.  
Do not run for shelter
or cower inside
Awaiting the return of comfortable and calm.
Look up, embrace the cloudbursts,
Feel it, feel everything, take it, drink it in.
Find me.
I am waiting for you,
Laughing, dancing, underneath the trees.
I want to share the opening skies.
We have both been waiting
And this is not a storm.