It's all been cooked
And the soul has eaten
Just the dishes to put away
And bathe in the aftermath
Of glory living in the earth
How many Christmases
Growing dimmer and dimmer
And still the Messiah
Hasn't come or is he
Already here among us
And the seasons just the four
Stages of his memory after he's
Moved on from grief
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