I think it's our clever brother Lucifer
Who teaches us about feeling free
To do whatever we want
While it's the other brother
Who teaches us about grace
That mysterious element in the world
Or what is freedom for
He had his father's habits
And his mother's darling eyes
Which made him unafraid
And eager as a child
To accept the whole world
He must be in his twenties now
Still climbing the empty hills
Always just arriving
In the village of some heart
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