I must miss you Under the ashen sky And out from among them You and you Those who spin as glass On this iron ship Into their own hands cast Oh it is this
The plaza in the village where mission bells used to ring Is now crumbled to a pile of stench and ruin Even the swallows have vanished, no longer return
see, Translucent, invisible Like fabric, thanksgiving, Similar to birds of flight Pass through the fire, drawn into the coals Sound, light, fragrance, woven
How the web was woven In my soul, don't you know How the web was woven Can't get loose, can't let go Like the weave of a spider Wound around my heart
your needs Wait for the morning Come a different day Carry the weight of all You say is wrong We both would deny There is a secret fate A seal of woven
Medicine tongue and a heavy hand together make a fist They put me down and I do not rise And now as an old child, I'll hand it down I'll hand it down,
And can you count the walks And all the different talks To say the same thing Over again Then you'll realize I'm already gone Won't you come Enjoy the
Break you down Home is sound Let it all be so clear And you'll know Hope is sown In you crumbles Do you listen for your own beautiful Will you listen
The plaza in the village where mission bells used to ring is now crumbled to a pile of stench and ruin even the swallows have spring all the blossoms
He says come Come let us reason together The stone The builders rejected By number, weight and measure He says come Lord Jesus lone keeper of the law
now is the end of the gentile pluck aeolian harp my child beyond the lust of this moment thin as a pine slat it does no good to call you mine you
it's always cold when she's away ain't no sunshine when she's gone she's always gone too long any time she goes away ain't no sunshine when she's gone
My anger is a storm with no rain Thoughts take you away again And when you leave me where do you go Already I've forgotten that you wait for me At the
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Hidden inside him Music in the dark This conquering kindness To all in his quiver Burdened hard On the road By law all are wounded That you may know You
shake sleep wool and glass hung on nails here and there wails the wall I pass in you alone in you alone there is no harm in you alone your sound in a
She floats in air In these three ways You know You know The road does not trust me to keep Beneath the bushes The three of us asleep Go into the Lord
You are a fine noise I must take care for you My heart my head to the ground To speak of such things As the sound of your wings I have not the breath