Faith, that little miracle,
Carried off the shelf
I don't know where I'm holding it
But, ye hover, permeate.
I am dead.
Ye know, ye recognise,
Rejoice that it's today,
That I died yesterday.
Faith, hold on to these reins
As I sit back in the chariot.
I promise,
I'll go where you take me.
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