Sweet solace 
    I have got to have love-Good Love
    in the meadow pastures
    where the poor bend their backs

	I have got to have broad dark shoulders
where we
sculpt the earth in the image of empires
 Good Love
I have got to drown my sorrows
 Good Love
where we drown the earth with sweat
with tears
we begin to sculpt the earth

and my husband stacks
the men and women in piles

We are seeking a new light.
  would you like to hope?

   I will follow you
	(everywhere you go.)
   Be merciful  to you
	(everywhere you go.)
    comfort you
	(everywhere you go.)

   this is alcohol
   these are pain killers

and our minds grow weak

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