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I've been feeling your hold
For a week or so
The impression shows
And I know I've been
In the arms of kin
My old strength is my new friend
My direction
My reverence
And there's a train in my heart
That doesn't seem to start
Unless you're lying next to me
When I go to bed
I lay down my wishful head
I'll be hearing what you said
Echoing
Reveling
My heart has been tearing
For there to here
My dear
I've got a baseball mitt
Made of leather and my spit
For catching sky bits that have slipped
I call it sensation
You call it revelation
I've been feeling your hold
For a week or so
The impression shows
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