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A CONFESSION

from Take Me to Church


So let it be the clock strikes
sdrawkcab
let us write our epitaphs on the sky,
let young men advance from the aged,
let the Hugueonots laugh.
While they would have us lengthen years
decanting, we may well remark
upon the dustbowl eremite
will come an ark.






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