We can’t make up
Though we can dance around it
Like David for the Lord
The only thing he knew to do
To try to please it
Though he could not know it
Except in bits and pieces
Still he clapped his hands
And the Lord would appear
Smiling on his favorite son
Or maybe it was just the sun
That made him sweat and grind
And dare to dream
Reality was kind
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