I cried what tears I had, then slept,
and dreamed of saints who run
their Jacob’s ladders down and up.
“He does not suffer much”, one said.
Not much? I said. Not much?
Sweet brother, take my strict belief
and buy yourself a better bed.
I cried what tears I had, then slept,
and dreamed of saints who run
their Jacob’s ladders down and up.
“He does not suffer much”, one said.
Not much? I said. Not much?
Sweet brother, take my strict belief
and buy yourself a better bed.
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