Blessed, O blessed Look at all those pretty dresses In the glass chapel with the plastic doves Crying into napkins Take a 7 and 7 Hand me one more till its lifted We waded into the healing spring But nothing happened Are you hardened? Can you pardon the very hand That draws a line into the sand? Those hard markmaking women They will take all they are given The orange sun slipped into the ridge And all was silent So lights out at Crescent Let me head back on to Memphis I23, brother, promise me My name is up next Are you hardened? Can you pardon the very hand That draws a line into the sand?
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