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To The Blue Sky. . .
2.15.2005
 
Breathe/Break

burn/consume
and from the ashes be born anew
. . . if my filthy hands could just touch your robes
I'm sure I'd be healed

breathe/break
my skin peels with each love I forsake
if your pierc'd hands could just touch my wounds
. . . I'm sure I'd be healed



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