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She loved it when the snows fell
It obliterated difference
And made everyone feel cold all the same.
She said the water in Mallorca
Was just like any other style of water
But it made her sick all the same
Just like they said it would
Hospitals made her feel strange and sad,
Like they do everyone
But the long field behind her house
Really made her feel afraid
She always wore her hemlines low,
Whether in self-defence or self-reproach
She never said
And I never asked
I never know what to say nowadays
Or maybe I never did
And only now do I realise.
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"Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate,
for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing
hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain
without being uncovered."
The Gospel of Thomas
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