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SUNDAY PRAYER, l
Time & time again,
I dial the sun up by mistake.
Easy there, it's not a race
to find there is nothing in the grave,
but the grotto of the grave.
If it's power you would chase,
be sure you deserve the lot you find.
Cut down along the dotted line, I am, I am.
Time & time again,
talking my bare feet through the end,
walking my feet white
as the moon is white,
right sun, the wrong sky,
walks with music on my back,
directions to and from my past,
a heavy fog grows on the road,
it's in my bones, do as i'm told, I am, I am, I am.
But you're a birthday,
deep with the dayshine.
From dusk to moonbreak,
the dust of keepsakes.
Time & time again, I am, I am.
DAS - Duluth, Minnesota, USA
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