With wounded knees
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And the musty scent
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Of incense in her hair
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Captured by the barbed hook
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Of eternal devotion
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Stigma bleeds
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In the book that leads
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To her final end
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Civitas Dei
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She lives on your planet
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But not in your world
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She speaks the same language
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But you can't understand
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The weight of chastity
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Makes her eyes cast down
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And the skin of humility
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Is white as snow
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Stigma bleeds
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In the book that leads
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To her final end
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Civitas Dei
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She lives on your planet
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But not in your world
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She speaks the same language
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But you can't understand
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Paralised she's followin'
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The ancient message
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It's more much more
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Than just belief
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Pale Sister
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| Coroner |
