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Bedtime:
This is the reason why I am traveling on There are rooms here beneath my plimsol Do not stop me, please! Do not try twice There is a jail streaming in my belly With a prisoner seeking for redemption There is a tired time shrieking often and often, Of a truth and of a rattled breath See, see! Healings are here now, An embrace at each last breath's end Let me find shelter at its balcony, A crispy night on shimmering nooses
Litanies:
Bring ye all into my vineyard The orchards of thy gospel, So my roof can find bliss and blossom And my doorways unto your salvation Hold me, please! My town is mad again His kinsmen have broken into the eyes of muffled spirits Their lips no longer speak in turn So, please! Split me into tombstones Let me find comfort in your solitude, A nap within your rifle, and a rain within its flames
Rain:
These are the days of a-lie-jar Let not your hearts be troubled There shall be no more story of drought, No more hunger and no more pain Set out your tongues unto his cloudy mantle We shall find rein again reigning softly On his right hand and from his servant, A-lie-shall cum on us very soon A glistening shower, a lamp for an eye So let's leave for home to swim, There are more rivers here now on our mothers' cheeks Wherewith we can find ordeals In the joy of not drowning in the other room