764
rough shod
things
we need so plentiful
it's
hard to choose between
once
we were too many ourselves
house
might overflow
onto
street
it's
like the music all at once
and
you can't call it that
spill urchins
into filthy mitts
imagine
the lessening rest
all
poorer by the day
and
we swell with it
the fallen
interfered with
it's
pride and there's a head on
many
of the slaves are happy
seem
pleasure them
with toil to us
and ache for it
maybe too dusty
gathering
now and then breath
catches
see how the skin has
gone
and pass it on
all that was done to
does
no one takes into
account
or the double lives of
lusted bounds
the power always over
under
done down
death's a gone beyond
we're here
if you wash things
together
you'll get fluff all
over
you might end up where
you didn't wish
then all stopped to
hear the story
we were little,
listening
it's like the frail
world never was
all on their own two
feet
what wisdom of us
made a house stand up
through storms and sun
through preaching
then I was a form of
words
so catch a kindness
from me
and let me close with
love
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