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Pagan Mary

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Soft sunlit air runs through Mary's hair

stealing my breath I follow it there.

Sweet wind arose the breeze gently blows

where pagan mary goes.

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Praises are sung by only our tongues

incense like brimstone burning our lungs.

Red lips will shine, a throat full of wine

ah pagan mary mine.

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Dancing again we kiss as we spin

baring her soul she shows me her sin.

How can it be I love what I see?

Oh pagan mary me.

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Aves ahush as we slowly rush 

to follow our flesh like a dirge.

A jig in the rain the sacred and profane

will mix in our veins and will merge.

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But this was a dream of spring rain and steam.

Now all of my joy is ripped at the seams.

Desperate lies I unclose my eyes 

and my pagan mary dies.

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Now I won't set foot in the place mary's put

under a hill of stone and soot

A stone as it creeps her bleeding heart seeps

and my pagan mary weeps.

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Always to be a stone's throw from me,

might well as lie be bonnie over the sea.

Give me a sign that you're doing fine

ah pagan mary mine.

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© Audsongs 2001

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