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 Love was a promise made  smoke
  a frozen copse of trees
 A bone  and older than our bodies
 Slowly floating in the 
 Every morning there were 
 The shiny blades of pagan angels in our  sky
 Every evening I would  her hold the pillow
 Tight against her  her unholy child
  was still a beggar shaking out my stolen coat
 Among the angry cemetery 
 When they caught the king beneath  borrowed car
 Righteous,  and fumbling for the royal keys
 
 Love was our father's flag and sewn  a shank
 In a cake on  leather boots
 A beautiful  floating down
 To where the birds had shit our empty chapel 
 Every morning  found one more machine
 To mock our ever  patience at the well
  evening she'd descend the mountain stealing socks
 And singing something good where all their horses 
 Like a snake within the wilted  wall
 I'd hint to  every possibility
 While with his gun, the pagan  rose to say
  love is one made to break every bended knee"