Should you hurt yourself or simply sleep?
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I shall collect myself after i weep,
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I garb myself in ocean blue,
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With no method of goodbye for you,
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Should the marsh render a crane to cry?
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And should the sea suspend its gulls to fly?
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I lend myself under their wings,
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And hear the voice of Jesus sing,
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No wish for she whose whims He does soar,
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No wish to sleep forever more,
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No eye shadow as thick as paint,
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No pigment pleads unto the faint.
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Forgiveness like a blanket of snow,
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Whispers like the wind does blow
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Beckoning unto the deep, offering unto the meek
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And there you lay in Jesus' hands,
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Resting there beside the lamb,
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There will not be a circular piece to drive into a Square shaped keep,
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No hands to hold within my own,
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No second soul inside our home,
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We'll walk beside the crystal sea,
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Myself for my love, and my love for me
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The Missing Wife
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