| I'm knocking at heaven and asking for faith but not the makeshift kind that counts the stars but doesn't notice chickens not the butterfly kind that lasts a day I want the kind that's always fresh because it's boundless that follows its mother like a lamb that doesn't grasp but understands that picks the smallest words can't answer everything and doesn't come undone if someone croaks [ priest Jan Twardowski " Asking for Faith " ] |
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| and I'm asking for it on behalf of both of us |