I might be a part of this Ripple on water from a lonesome drip A fallen tree that witness me I'm alone him and me
And life itself could not aspire To have someone be so admired I threw creation to my kin My silence broken by a whispered wind
All of this can be broken All of this can be broken Hold the devil by his spoke And spin him to the ground
And root to root and tip to tip I look at him my country gyp And let it up by all his fears But someone brought you close to tears
Many trains and many miles Brought cool to me on this sunny isle Water which you wish to speak Did you come here to rescue me?
All of this can be broken All of this can be broken Hold the devil by his spoke And spin him to the ground
But the love of your life lives but lies no more Where she lies is where a flower grows The arms are fed, the babes of when? The backs are bled keeping her in turn
But I am your keeper And I hold your face away from mine I am here, still they come I am here, still they come
Eye to eye, nose to nose With your eyes shut closed in a most peculiar way Eye to eye, nose to nose With your eyes shut closed in a most peculiar way
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