Come lay here beside me / And I'll fear no death. / I'll give you my body / And I'll breathe your breath. // No-one will harm you / Inside this song. / We will be safe here / As the light is long / That makes way for Good Friday. // Get out of your body, / For there goes your blood. / It falls on my secrets / And colours the flood. // The time of our fathers / Is not ours to kill, / / Their sad-cellared wines / Are not ours to spill / And won't be passed over Good Friday. // Though this life / Is Ash Wednesday, / It's Ash Wednesday, / It forever approaches Good Friday.
elvis perkins
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