It came upon the midnight clear
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That glorious sign of old
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Enraptured secret sign of fear
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In brave disguises
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Old shoes and thirty feet
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The prophet's sign of prophecy
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I resign to petty things
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Like angels bending on their knees
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Do you delight, do you delight, in me
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I laughed about it
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Come to me now, come to now, and bring
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That rapture's moment
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I wasn't changed, I wasn't changed, one bit
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Though you may doubt it
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I don't suppose, I don't suppose, you'd care
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To ask about it
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The dead of winter takes a grip
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And moves around us
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All night our labors clap and kiss
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Like working mothers
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Old wounds and thirty feet
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The clock it sounds of properties
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I resign to glorious things
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Like angels bending on their knees
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Do you delight, do you delight, in me
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I laughed about it
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Come to me now, come to now, and bring
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That rapture's moment
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I wasn't changed, I wasn't changed, one bit
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Though you may doubt it
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I don't suppose, I don't suppose, you'd care
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To ask about it
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I will delight, I will delight, in this
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Though you may doubt it
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Come to me now, come to me now, my kiss
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And ask about it
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I will delight, I will delight, in this
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Though you may doubt it
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Come to me now, come to me now, my kiss
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The Midnight Clear
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| Sufjan Stevens |
