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there's a lampost standing
under empire standing
under full moon
staring at you
a pillow that we pray on
and some that we delay on
under universe
staring at you
the hand that was kissed
the sermon that you missed
there's a little girl
whom
can clearly see you
hope for redemption
sweet whine for salvation
let us fall
till the morning's through
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