I walked to the edge
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stood over breaking ground to hear your voice
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as the earth gives out under
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my soul feels like a stone
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it feels like a star (as Rilke might have said)
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as I'm falling
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I feel your hands holding on to me
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as I'm falling
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you're holding on
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he said the moon looked like the battered face
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of Jesus on the cross
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then he laid me down
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I wrap this longing around me
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and wait for some sign of you
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my balance is gone
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Your Hands
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Sam Phillips |