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Tytuł: Good Friday

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Sat at my window watched the world
  wake up this morning
  Purple sky slowly turning golden,
  distant elms so orange
  you'd swear they're burning
  
  All this flowing water
  has got my mind wandering
  Do you ever finally reach
  a point of knowing
  or do you just wake up one day
  and say I am going?
  
  What will I tell you
  when you ask me why I'm crying?
  Will I point above
  at the Red Tail gracefully soaring
  or down to below where its prey
  is quietly trembling?
  
  Two thousand years ago Jesus is left is left there hanging
  Purple sky slowly turning golden
  Cowards at his feet loudly laughing
  Loved ones stumbling homeward
  their worlds reeling
  Red Tail above my head quietly soaring
  Water turns from ice, creek is roaring
  He says enough of all this shit, I am going