MAHLER'S GHOST
You shall rise
Oh yes
You shall rise
Like the tonic in
A barcarole
Oh yes
You shall rise
A star in
Morning prayer
There can be no doubt - In
The sugared lick of lovliness
To rise
Oh yes
You shall pry the cancre
From your mottled eyes and yes
Oh yes
You shall - rise
With barley and rye
And all the grace of fields
And of fountains
You shall rise
As you feel my turrets and spires
Cycling in your mind -
Oh yes - yes
You shall rise
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