(Ferry)
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Here the soil is barren
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Here - nothing grows
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But crosses
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They - know not what they do
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You - your forgiveness
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Falls as dew
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Nailed upon a wooden frame
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Twisted yet unbroken
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Open mounted a silent choir
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Understood, unspoken
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Never was there heard a sound
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Until the heavens opened
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Now the tide is turning
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To other-wordly yearning
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Through the sun's eclipse seems final
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Surely he will rise again
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Triptych
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Roxy Music |