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  • Текст песни Sufjan Stevens - Casimir Pulaski Day

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    Goldenrod and the 4H stone
    The things I brought you
    When I found out you had cancer of the bone

    Your father cried on the telephone
    And he drove his car into the Navy yard
    Just to prove that he was sorry

    In the morning, through the window shade
    When the light pressed up against your shoulderblade
    I could see what you were reading

    All the glory that the Lord has made
    And the complications you could do without
    When I kissed you on the mouth

    Tuesday night at the Bible study
    We lift our hands and pray over your body
    But nothing ever happens

    I remember at Michael's house
    In the living room when you kissed my neck
    And I almost touched your blouse

    In the morning at the top of the stairs
    When your father found out what we did that night
    And you told me you were scared

    All the glory when you ran outside
    With your shirt tucked in and your shoes untied
    And you told me not to follow you

    Sunday night when I cleaned the house
    I found the card where you wrote it out
    With the pictures of you mother

    On the floor at the great divide
    With my shirt tucked in and my shoes untied
    I am crying in the bathroom

    In the morning when you finally go
    And the nurse runs in with her head hung low
    And the cardinal hits the window

    In the morning in the winter shade
    On the first of March, on the holiday
    I thought I saw you breathing

    All the glory that the Lord has made
    And the complications when I see His face
    In the morning in the window

    All the glory when He took our place
    But He took my shoulders and He shook my face
    And He takes and He takes and He takes

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