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 I have lightning

 If the stars dry out to guide me

I have soft clay

 To knit my bones astride

 What a miracle they say

 Dark clouds gather

Velvet holes

 Gaping wide oh

 And they pour it down

 And they sing to me

 Of wonders

 Unseen

 Like clouds that rise

 From the sea, oh

 And I'm sorry

 I'm so sorry

 That I missed the point

 Of this pageantry

 But I'm grateful

 That you love me