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MOTHER OF PEARLY GATES
Between the sheets, between life and death,
you linger,
Each platform you reach, lessons they teach,
and the singer
remembers the words, and
the dying,
Before the peace, purgatory,
for sinners,
And promises made just to brake,
no winners,
Begin where you been, and
remember,
Before Saint Peter you tremble,
kicking pebbles,
Like a fumbling, mumbling little boy,
broken toys,
And you wish for what was never given,
forgiven.
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