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  • The great, bloody and bruised veil of the world
    The great, bloody and bruised veil of the world
    The trees wave in England
    The streams flow in England
    The poor halt in England
    The poor heart of England
    "And did those feet..."
    Hobbled and crippled as They were
    By our disbelief
    Hope here to find
    Some honesty
    (Green colour of the grass
    The horsefresh smell arising
    From its quietly glowing glory)
    And did They
    As They move from one sad gap of heart
    To another
    Did They hope to find us open
    Look: much is my armour
    I can show you all the walls that may be built
    But mostly most of all-
    There's a wall of words
    Around my heart which is my soul which is my all
    God is not dead for all of us
    (And goodbye to you all)
    This is all Paradise
    Here is Garden Of upon Garden Of
    Upon
    Suns and Beetles
    The Ladybird lands upon my knee
    The Lark is all joy
    There are birds upon birds
    Beyond the great, bloody, bruised and silent veil
    Of this world
    The kind one waits
    Staggered pain of being
    The great, bloody and bruised veil of the world
    The great, bloody and bruised veil of this world
  • The great, bloody and bruised veil of the world
    The great, bloody and bruised veil of the world
    The trees wave in England
    The streams flow in England
    The poor halt in England
    The poor heart of England
    "And did those feet..."
    Hobbled and crippled as They were
    By our disbelief
    Hope here to find
    Some honesty
    (Green colour of the grass
    The horsefresh smell arising
    From its quietly glowing glory)
    And did They
    As They move from one sad gap of heart
    To another
    Did They hope to find us open
    Look: much is my armour
    I can show you all the walls that may be built
    But mostly most of all-
    There's a wall of words
    Around my heart which is my soul which is my all
    God is not dead for all of us
    (And goodbye to you all)
    This is all Paradise
    Here is Garden Of upon Garden Of
    Upon
    Suns and Beetles
    The Ladybird lands upon my knee
    The Lark is all joy
    There are birds upon birds
    Beyond the great, bloody, bruised and silent veil
    Of this world
    The kind one waits
    Staggered pain of being
    The great, bloody and bruised veil of the world
    The great, bloody and bruised veil of this world