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Please don't stop me, my love, let me

lie down and kiss the ground, let me

taste the taste of freedom on my

tongue and remember my past no more.

Let my tears mingle with the sand and

the sun comfort my soul, for the earth

has opened up her mouth and swallowed

my past, no more pain, no more fear,

only sweet music shall ring in my ears.

Look down on her, O Lord, look down

and see your daughter weeping in the

sand, she ripped out her heart and has

cast it into the sea, she said,

"Tomorrow, I will be free."

But the ground where she laid is now

drunken with her past, afliction and

confusion. The sea has spewed out her

heart and the sun has hidden his face.

I tried to comfort her and said,

"Come my love, come, for tomorrow

is still yet to come,"

but she cannot be comforted, her

body's  covered with wounds I

cannot see and her words I do not

understand.

Night is fallen and my soul grows

weak but I will not leave her,

I will cuddle her in my arms and

whisper in her ears,

Tomorrow, you will be free,

tomorrow,     you     will     be     free."