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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)
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