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Dread

            Beside a chapel I'd a room looked down,
            Where all the women from the farms and town,
            On Holy-days, and Sundays used to pass
            To marriages, and Christenings and to Mass.
           
            Then I sat lonely watching score and score,
            Till I turned jealous of the Lord next door…
            Now by this window, where there's none can see,
            The Lord God's jealous of yourself and me.

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