The nuns were thinking
With their big eyes
Noticing the changing ways
Of unstable earth
Where things of old collapse
Because it was all connected
Hopes were lightning bolts
Playing from the thunder clouds
And they danced away
They danced.
With their big eyes
Noticing the changing ways
Of unstable earth
Where things of old collapse
Because it was all connected
Hopes were lightning bolts
Playing from the thunder clouds
And they danced away
They danced.
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