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My Comfortable Fear
welcome my son I've known you so long your bright morning peace theology song I've know you in birth, in hope of a year i held you a child and old in your fear welcome, invite your innocent pain let me seduce the love of your vein my child my son no earth could reduce your peace, it from, untangle youth I've know you so long, in this i have pride always mine, your invincible side for me it was food when you were so weak my words were the years waiting to speak breath my child, breath, let me taste the spirit of life, and life of the haste welcome, endure what i will contain a meaningful birth and thoughts of the rain my son, my heart, i knew you so well death is my name and life is the spell welcome my pardon, sleep in the dead peaceful the night we lay in my bed when all that is thought, pondered upon becomes what you are, solid a song to sing for a moment, it must be so right darkness of morning, morning of night then, my son, you limited breath your ripe and conceive the flower of death my name and soul, i wish you the same cold in your flesh , peace, i contain no skin, though a point, famous in name for passion witch I live and will claim regard me as not, elusive, a dream I am a truth, as hope is a scheme touch me and feel the power of day skates and school, red marmalade I'm life, death, all in the same I bring you forth, in memory's fame so resist, fuss, turn in your grave deny me the fuel to jest and behave as I must, my son, my dear simply entrust, my comfortable fear.
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