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‘Rendition,

‘This Sunday,

 

Part Two:

Forever you wait, around the edge of darkness,

between the truth and lies,

as we shiver in the cold of the endless night.

 

Tonight, the beginning of the end,

arises like a bed of roses.

As the shadows at the gates

Slowly disappear into the light.

 

Deep into the sky,

From the beginning to the end,

I sought for the root of your rain.

 

Those raindrops drip over our tears

as those tears waltz over our cheeks.

Beneath the truth, as they emerge,

we have spoken of freedom and pain.

 

Part One: ‘Homily, 

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