| I see signs now all the time That you're not dead--You're Sleeping I believe in anything that brings you back to me... --Signs |


For Your GuidanceA saddled shipyard in the sound A softly crooning tinkling He hath found There fellow gentryFor Your Guidance
Run aground Seeping from the earth Behind our time
Run your shipwrecks forth to lay
As nestled children Drown'd within the hay Can you hear the rapturous Quaking muse? A key of lucid skin Which crowns sinew
Tailor, Prepare me now My summer cloak Pray Sew me now My favoured summer's cloak ...
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