Julia (or, ‘Holy to the LORD’ on the Bells of Horses)

[00:14.57] Today a thousand years
[00:22.29] Of strained affection and prayer
[00:26.39] "Out beyond ideas of right & wrong is a field"
[00:34.39] Will I meet you there?
[00:42.32] Will I meet you there?
[00:50.63] The summer garden blooms
[00:54.68] With autumn soon replaced
[00:58.65] Another harvest moon—
[01:02.54] So many ways to lose
[01:07.50] So many faiths
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[01:12.69] 'Holy to the LORD' on the bells of horses
[01:20.12] Safely on the shore we sank like stones
[01:28.48] To the bottom of a made up ocean
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[01:40.59] Standing on the lake shore, Julia
[01:44.92] Silent as a seashell, Julia
[01:49.01] Magnet of the elk park, Julia
[01:53.12] Laid down on the temple floor
[01:57.29] "Send a couple rats," said Julia
[02:01.17] I'd have done the same thing to you
[02:05.15] Coffee and a milk, now Julia
[02:08.55] Who do you think needs who more?
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[02:43.50] In case your plan falls through
[02:47.35] To mispronounce my name
[02:49.60] (Static between me and that Salafi, Yusef)
[02:51.48] Curse You-Don't-Know-Who
[02:55.66] Bow before the same
[02:57.48] (So was the scene at al-Aqsa.)
[03:00.04] I'll meet you there
[03:05.18] (I have to admit I loved the cut of his pant legs!)
[03:08.12] I'll meet you there
[03:14.05] (Another lovely afternoon for Sūrat al-Kāfirūn)
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[03:21.96] 'Holy to the LORD' on the bells of horses
[03:29.61] Safely on the shore we sank like stones
[03:37.55] To the bottom of a made up ocean
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