John

	John, in the hour of the confession
	Within I had a vision
	And a fearful word. 
	Trapped in the grasp of indecision
	My mouth became a prison
	And I couldn't be heard.
	
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	John, the road is winding, 
	The mountains so blinding to look upon. 
	John, it's all that matters, 
	Make straight when you shatter every path we've known. 
	
	Your mother, a daughter of good lineage, 
	Of the landless class percentage
	Relieved all her shame - 
	Of age, conceived a mortal treasure
	Who had no equal measure
	In deed or name. 
	
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	Come to us now
	Anyway anyhow 
	In a fire in a wind
	With a mind to offend
	Every heart that's grown cold
	Like the prophet of old. 
	
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