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The Result Of My Life Is No More Than Three Words: I Was Raw, I Became Cooked, I Was Burnt.

Break Your Pitcher Against A Rock. We Don't Need Any Longer To Haul Pieces Of The Ocean Around.

Those Who Don't Feel This Love Pulling Them Like A River, Those Who Don't Drink Dawn Like A Cup Of Spring Water Or Take In The Sunset Like Supper, Those Who Don't Want To Change, Let Them Sleep On. This Love Is Beyond The Study Of Theology, That Old Trickery And Hypocrisy. If You Want To Improve Your Mind That Way, Sleep On. I've Given Up On My Brain. I've Torn The Cloth To Shreds And Thrown It Away. If You're Not Completely Naked, Wrap Your Beautiful Robe Of Words Around You, And Sleep On

You Think The Shadow Is The Substance.

The Time Has Come To Turn Your Heart Into A Temple Of Fire.