"Elena"
I wanna be sanctified
in white cotton sheets
wanna live in the light
that I see in the cool ancient stream
with Elena
Gonna build me a house
on morning's hillside
amongst the wildwood gusts
that come blowing into our eyes
for Elena
there's a psalm that I hear
as I walk thru her yard
a name I've longed to whisper
a life I've been waiting to start
I've washed the ash from my face
fought the ghost that don't care
Now I open her door
and I climb the stairs............
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