When we sat in the abbey garden
away from Father Marcus and his gang of priest
We would talk about how we didn't believe
That there was a god in this lonely place
Only people, and a sun that was always setting
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| Visual Writing IV (Incomplete) When we sat in the abbey garden away from Father Marcus and his gang of priest We would talk about how we didn't believe That there was a god in this lonely place Only people, and a sun that was always setting |
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