Mother Mary
Take my soul
Bowl of cherries
Pot of gold
To all the stories
Never told
The sun will wake to you
A cosmos in
The virgin white
To know the darkness
See the Light
Come Nazareth
Inside the night
The sun will set with blue
Forgive my tossed and
Tackled tongue
Love the gunman
Hate the gun
They are not
The chosen one
The sun is burning through
I don't know
If I'm coming down
In the heavens
Echoed sounds
Suspended by
A mushroom cloud
The sun will wake anew
I met a girl
In LadyBird
We Talked a lot
She didn't say a word
Though above the trees
I thought I heard
The sun is dying too, Moon
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