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Under gas light, the joining of hands
Chanting a name over and over
The table tilts, the circle is broken
Doubting no more
They pay what they owe her
Disembodied, a luminous hand
Holding the air, passing the current
A voice is channeled, a rope is uncoiled
Flicker the light
And someone is here
We go following sorrow to free your
Blood spilling out of the reeds there
Give me a sign I can breathe air
Blood flowing out of the stream there
Give me something new please
Something I can love
Give me something new please
Something I can love
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