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Sky is for fore-speech always
your voice in the airways
so wake those asleep Lord whose only reward is this life here
may the seeking not be
put to shame because of me
don't let those out looking for you find a dead end instead
light the way with fires
a seeking heart it requires
to the way you've hand picked I find you perfect set the picnic
dine or just stand far off
counting places on the table cloth
you look like we've all sketched think it's far-fethced your arms outstreched
avoids kisses and hugs
like a snake with earplugs
that ignores the charmers tune and stays immune to loving you
