Mary, i want to give;
to turn the wide space open arid
empty of my long-since death
i, dead, still the pray
i, dead, still at the pray
for you
and me long dead and
longing for you
for to the power
to put upon our ragged son the death.
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Mary, i want to give;
to turn the wide space open arid
empty of my long-since death
i, dead, still the pray
i, dead, still at the pray
for you
and me long dead and
longing for you
for to the power
to put upon our ragged son the death.