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glass lady
for whom in your life do you pray?
father draws the curtain
the sins that you speak wash away
a cross and a candle
keep your desperation at bay
stained glass lady
faith, it will black the true day
a priest points a finger
the congregation dwells in dismay
the web has been spun
a life of degradations begun
oh well Hell, oh well Hell, oh well Hell
. . .
stained glass lady
the church has condemned your merry soul
the preacher cried “Save Me!”
but God cast him down in the hole
the angels awoke
their wings beat the temple with smoke
with smoke
with smoke
with smoke
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