Climb down to the plains of forgiveness
where the cool waters flow, oh,
you wait in the shade along the banks with your
wine of welcome and bread of life.
Oh, you call me, day and night, but it isn't my ears
that hear your voice
that hear your voice
I think you are the wish of my heart
and no more.
Jagged dry rock surrounds me: I can’t find any way down
on the wind a hint only
a far-off song
a faint green
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