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These days
They lay heavy don't they
Praise be
Praise be there's someone watching over me
Oh I want to thank you for your kindness
A common thread there through this maze
But I am out of conversations
And clever things to say
Look for me
There in the honeysuckle sweet
I am fighting for some reasons
That I may never understand
Save for these pictures in my pocket
And coming home again