"Without a queen the locust swarm
Turned the ground to black,
Descending like a shadowy tower opon a fish's back.
And scattered the sticks who crawled
Like snakes in the sand,
As the red clay took the form of a lizard,
Who rushed like a moth to the flame of my open hand
(My little world...in my sad little world...)
Then a speckled bird humbly inspired
Ran across the road when it could have flown,
And it made me smile.
And at the water's edge, Babylon;
As we lay and slept,
The river wept for you, Zion!
The stones cry out,
Bells shake the sky!
All of creation groans...
SHHHH!
Listen to it!"
me without you
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