God's work is plans
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I stand here with a man that talked to me so candidly
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More than you need to.
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My lips once roosed
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I feel again the blues of longing, ever longing, to be confused
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He wrote me a letter
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Saying he would love me better
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When my poor sons begetter the rules
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Spoke of love like hunger
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He at once was younger, ever younger, in my hunger for a muse
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Finest man that I've seen ever since my eyes have been
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But his honesty did gleam me blind
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Keep those thoughts from sight
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Follow me into the night
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And you can call on me when you need the light
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Don't you be scared of me
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I'm nothing but the beast
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And I'll call on you when I need to feast
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You know what I need
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Why won't you giveth me?
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Must I fall down at your feet and plead?
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The Muse
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| Laura Marling |
