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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 pure and on gut
From your birdhouse

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

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

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

Let us the character to build
as serpents and harmless as doves
Let's allow the emptiness to
Rich in and brotherly love

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