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" ... whose voices were singing / in the back of your mind, far & away /on a sweltering late summer night in / Tupelo?"
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“Can God make a prison so / secure even He can’t break out of it?” / Well, what do you think the universe is?
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"The missile blows up on the launch pad, but there’s always / tomorrow."
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Can you hear me now? The voice, not in our ears,but near, nearer than we can imagine.We ask questions to assess the damage.
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You say love is a battlefield, & havethe choreography to prove it, butit isn’t. Blasted trees, gouged earth, peoplewho were once other than things, a…