Sat at my window watched the world
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Wake up this morning
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Purple sky slowly turning golden,
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Distant elms so orange
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You'd swear they're burning
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All this flowing water
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Has got my mind wandering.
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Do you ever finally reach
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A point of knowing
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Or do you just wake up one day
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And say, I am going?
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What will I tell you
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When you ask me why I'm crying
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Will I point above
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At the Red Tail gracefully soaring
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Or down below where it's prey
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Is quietly trembling?
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Two thousand years ago Jesus is left there hanging.
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Purple sky slowly turning golden.
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Cowards at his feet loudly laughing.
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Loved ones stumbling homeward
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Their words reeling.
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Red Tail above my head quietly soaring.
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Waters turn from ice, creak is roaring.
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He says, enough of all this shit I am going.
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Good Friday
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