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I sat down on the steps of the old church Not because I believe There was no reason I could see I sat with a bottle in a paper bag there on my knee And waited for the sun to come a'flaming A black ant crossed the desert of the steps He was only travelling through I crushed him beneath my shoe I did it, I admit it was an evil thing to do The church above me didn't seem to notice People suffer more than ants of birds or dogs Or any other thing 'Cause they know the trap they're in And even though they know they're going to sink they have to swim Knowing that eventually they will go under I was sitting on the steps of the old church And the sun came softly out Its light spun through the fog I know you must have seen it for yourself so I will stop And not try to put in words for your the beauty |