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Shook out my salvation in all four of my room
Lowly is the dust, the broom

White lady, on a chain
Peacock caw the sound of my name
The tone was and played on gut
From your birdhouse

Your burns for me, red as grace
The blush came easily to your
fire burns for me, red as grace
And she says that would have her

As a boy I too near to the love of dust
skin, blue light cowboy, idle hands they rust

Your fire for me, red as grace
The blush came easily to face
Your fire burns for me, red as
And she says that none have her

Let us allow the to build
Wise as and harmless as doves
Let's allow the emptiness to
Rich in mercy and love

Your fire burns for me, red as
The blush came to your face
fire burns for me, red as grace
And she that none would have her