Through a looking glass darkly

through a looking glass darkly

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Supple, sweet, southern, steel
Daisy chains and clover field. Harken forth my babe. She'll know the stain of sorrow, weigh heavy with love's pain, bear more than most, laugh loud and long - a stranger's host, heart full of song. And when they lay her down to rest, my babe, her babe and all the blessed, will speak again of the ones who filled us with the supple, sweet, southern steel.


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