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don't worry       I know you're dead
but tonight

turn your face again
toward me

when I hear your voice there is now
no direction in which to turn

I sleep and wake and sleep and wake and sleep and wake and

but tonight
turn your face again

toward me

see     upon my shoulders is the yoke
that is not a yoke

don't worry         I know you're dead
but tonight

turn your face again


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