The knowledge of the goodness, of the longing for the nights
When both sides of my bed, will cushion giddy hearts
Where once one lay, the lonely, weeping in the dark
I'm baffled by her maker, who formed her with delight
He did a damn good job, then placed her in the light
There will be a marriage, greater than two breaths
The groom has overcome the world, the bride with him will rest.
Baby, come with me, to this wedding feast
They say the crippled walk, they say the blind can see
Baby drop your stones or all you'll be is bones
That place is full of grace, it's stained on every face.
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