In the dark I crawled and crept, then I saw you sitting at the root of a rosebush and you were dazzled in white and I thought "really they should be red, don't you think?"
But I thought too much so I kept my distance,
I turned away and crouched in fear
But I sustained and I prayed for my own self and cleaned the mirror for the sake of my own reflection
Just like Lot, I walked away and I never looked back
Caught the train, got off at Prospect, went on my former path
Visited the pillars of salt that I drag with me still
It wasn't bad company. When I reached the shrine I had made for you
I was knee-deep in my joy
I was knee-deep in my joy
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