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The church has pieces jutting out / Where corners of the walls begin. / I have one for my little house, / And I can feel myself go in.
I feel myself go in the bricks, / And I can see myself in there. / I'm always waiting all alone, / I'm sitting on a little chair.
And I am sitting very still, / And I am waiting on and on / For something that is never there, / For something that is gone.