SunderingSounds's listening history
I see my footsteps in the garden
I hardly recognized the feet
The ruddy clay in Carolina
Impressions there in front of me
The stalks above collecting daylight
Conceal their mysteries down below
For who I am I too traipse your garden
If…
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The truth is it’s useless to ponder it
I’m helpless, I’m selfish for needing it
And what do you buy for the guy who created the universe?
So biblical, to trivial to manifest
No confidence, no eucharist for those like us
And what do…
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