One fine night, in the middle of the day,
two atheists knelt down to pray.
Hymn books opened upside-down,
in Top Hat n Tails, and their dressing gown.
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There is a secret part of me,
a part that few can see.
Like silk, it is the gentlest,
yet as strong as strong can be.
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High enough upon a ridge
He let the first faint tinge of frost
Cloak him with no cruel
Awakening
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Another sacred cow has just gone mad
Another failed fanatic waits in line
Another mother guards the tears she had
Another river bleeds in triple time
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She feigned surprise, when first he saw her ghost
Though all along, her instinct told her so.
This man above all others, knew her most
They’d share the visions others could not know
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Whet e’er becomes of the essence
of the things they used to be,
some parts are laminated
in their loved ones’ memory.
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Come fall on me sweet breath of pastures gone
And lift my leaden heart beyond this mire
Send forth a whispered dream, to ride upon
And whitewash all the things of which we tire
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The greatest gift, I ever bought
Has saved me thousands of pounds
And knocked some time and effort off
Poor Santa’s busy rounds
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You’re not like a gas flame
or I would see a point of nothingness
at your base
That invisible rush of expectancy
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The heart, the soul, the mind, the Me
The ideals I find, a mystery
A product of the multitude
of influences, bad and good.
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