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Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.
Ah the wars they will
be fought again
The holy dove
She will be caught again
bought and sold
and bought again
the dove is never free
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.
the road
is too long
the sky
is too vast
the wandering
heart
is homeless
at last
The sun comes in the skylight
My work calls to me
sweet as the sound of the creek.