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If God's work is planned And I stand with the man Who talks to me so candidly More than I'd choose My lips at once are rouged I feel again the blues Of longing, ever longing To be confused He wrote me a letter Saying he would love me better Than my poor son's begetter The ruse Spoke of love like hunger He at once was younger Younger, ever younger, in my hunger For a muse Finest man that I've seen Ever since my eyes have been But his honesty did gleam Me blind Keep your thoughts from sight Follow me into the night And you can call on me when you need The light You know what I need Why won't you give it me Must I fall down at your feet And plead Don't be scared of me I'm nothing but the beast And I call on you when I need To feast |