Hymn
When I am troubled in the night he comes to comfort me. He wills me thru the darkness and the empty child is free to take his hand his sacred heart the heart that breaks the dawn. Amen. And when I think I’ve had my fill he fills up again.
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ייִדישWhen I am troubled in the night he comes to comfort me. He wills me thru the darkness and the empty child is free to take his hand his sacred heart the heart that breaks the dawn. Amen. And when I think I’ve had my fill he fills up again.
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(Every Sunday I will go down to the bar
and leave him the guitar.)
You say you want me.
I want another.
Say you dream of me.
Dream of your brother.
Oh, the stars shine so suspiciously
for we three.
You said when you were with me that nothing made you high.
We drank all night together and you began to cry so recklessly.
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hi. hi. i was running after you for a long time.
i i was watching you from. . .
actually I’ve watched you for a long time.
i like to watch you when you’re walking
back and forth on the beach.
and the way your the way your cloth looks.
i like i like to see the edges
-the bottom of it-
get all wet when you’re...
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