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| Those who don't feel this love |
| those who don't feel this love |
| pulling them like a river, |
| those who don't drink this dawn |
| like a cup of springwater, |
| or take in sunset like supper, |
| those who don't want to change, |
| let them sleep. |
| this love is beyond the study of theology, |
| that old trickery and hypocrisy, |
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if
you want to improve your mind that way,
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sleep
on.
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i've
given up on my brain;
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i've
torn the cloth to shreds
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| and thrown it away |
| if you're not completely naked |
| wrap your beautiful robe of words |
| around you |
| and sleep. |
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