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The cure for pain is in the pain, |
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so it's there that you'll find me. |
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Until again I forget, |
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and again he reminds me, |
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Hear my voice in your head, |
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and think of me kindly. |
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Let me be, let me be.. |
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Lowered down like a casket |
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and buried just below her chest. |
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Whatever I was searching for, |
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it was never you, she says. |
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The record ended long ago, |
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we go on dancing nonetheless. |
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I opened like a locket, |
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If you're ever cold, I wrote, |
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there's warmth inside me. |
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I'm the pocket of an old winter coat. |
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But where she used to say I need you. |
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Now....I don't. |
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You'd only make the softest sound, |
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like sugar pouring into tea. |
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Darling let your Self pour down |
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and dissolve into the Love |
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who revealed himself there quietly to me... |
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(Jesus have mercy on us.) |
