Seventeen lines of persimmon thread
Pillar of white, colourless skin
All of his prayers in a plume of light
Retreat from the ties that bind
Retreat to eventually find
Retreat from the ties that bind
Retreat to eventually find
Daffodils bloom by the churchyard wall
The grounds of the vicarage overgrown
Pushing the cart to the top of Old Down
Under a long godless summer night
Retreat from the ties that bind
Retreat to eventually find
Retreat from the ties that bind
Retreat to eventually find
Here, here in my heart
There is a place
Where I can outface
Death
Retreat from the ties that bind
Retreat to eventually find
Retreat from the ties that bind
Retreat to eventually find
Here, here in my heart
There is a place
Where I can outface
Death
The supplicant stands at the foot of the cross Seventeen lines of persimmon thread Pillar of white, colourless skin All of his prayers in a plume of light Retreat from the ties that bind Retreat to eventually find Retreat from the ties that bind Retreat to eventually find Daffodils bloom by the churchyard wall The grounds of the vicarage overgrown Pushing the cart to the top of Old Down Under a long godless summer night Retreat from the ties that bind Retreat to eventually find Retreat from the ties that bind Retreat to eventually find Here, here in my heart There is a place Where I can outface Death Retreat from the ties that bind Retreat to eventually find Retreat from the ties that bind Retreat to eventually find Here, here in my heart There is a place Where I can outface Death Explain Request ×
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