In the distance sings a melody
A rapture of the most explicit kind
A dog watches slowly as the outhouse is vacated
Such is the answer of a poverty stricken soul
Thus I beg and Thus I crave
And thus I walk
And thus I strain
But today I steel
For the heart is not mine
And I wait for the gorgeous answer
Of my love genuine.
Supplant my knowledge with wisdom
And enter my heart with a trawel
I ask that you answer my prayer
With a love genuine
So today is a good day
And tomorrow a new day
And if you want to stay home
I will love you all day
But be good to me today
For tomorrow I will stay far
For tomorrow I seek out
The answer to the fact
That today I miss
That love Genuine
That was there for me today
But not for the sleet of the rain in my eyes.
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