in truth I didn't know what I was up to
it was the same job as far as I knew
a single soul to reap, a simple job to do
and to fall so entirely in love
do lions love sheep?
does the butcher love meat?
yes, I suppose so.
I brought fiery hell down on everyone
with my selfishness
to love, to have, to hold
it's not our job to be this bold
we don't live and toil and grow old
this is not my fair pasture
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