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I have lightening, if the stars dry up, to guide me I have soft clay to knit my bones astride What a miracle. they say Dark clouds gather Velvet holes gaping gaping wide, oh And they pour it down, and they sing to me Of wonders unseen Like clouds that rise from the sea, oh And I'm sorry, I'm so sorry That I missed the point of this pageantry But I'm grateful that you love me |