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Matthew stood by the wall and watched his love below
Her pale hair came in golden rings down below her shoulders
As she waved and slowly turned around to find the
Path that led her to the ancient gate was closed
She said, "Matthew, why won't you tell me what it is you see?
You smile so wide, this naked grin
You look as if, you look as if
You're looking right through to me
Why won't you tell me how it is you see
Through the darkness all around me?"
No amulets or chains will work to keep the demons from
Or hide the night they'll die from the brides of Jesus
The brides of Jesus
The brides of Jesus
Keep 'em over me
Keep 'em over me
Can't you see?
I'm tender hooks and to be pleasure bent
Has been since freshly knit
Oh, maybe bring you so much sorrow
That you may be entertaining angels unawares
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