i've lightning if the stars dry up to guide me
i've soft clay to knit my bones astride
what a miracle they say
dark clouds gather
velvet holes gaping wide
oh and they pour it down
and they sing to me of wonders unseen
like clouds that rise from the sea
oh and i'm sorry
i'm so sorry
that i missed the point of this pageantry
but i'm grateful
that you love me
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