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Lyrics Of This Card
Behind that gold crested chamber
Rest your serene unleavened divinity
A risen old creed of your last feast
-living word that breeds men
I asked...
Could there be a faith
More gray,genetic and
Alive as this sacrament?
Your enclosed flame;
Burns of wax and incense
Flickers a steady light
Unmoved by protesting breeze
I heared,
You are the iris of the tebernacle
No wonder your closed lid
Signs a mediating semester:
Sick souls kneel
Mumbling lips, Motioned faces...
Stringed beeds dangle
In several strands
Devotion...so amazing
Ooh!mysteries of the altar
Such wholesome grace
You dispense without cost
Do allow me
A whole day in your bossom
"and surely"
Yesterday shall pass over me.
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