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How I long for the tender flesh of the Virgin
For the subdued look in her eyes
When she starts to suspect that I'm the angel
Who is going to embrace her
I'm Jesus' father
And therefore God
Ignored by history
But not by fate
How I long for the tender flesh of the Virgin
For the subdued look in her eyes
When she starts to suspect that I'm the angel
Who is going to embrace her
I'm Jesus' father
And therefore God
Ignored by history
But not by fate