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                             finding the blue book                              
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                                     now                                        
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now                                                                             
christ in every one,                                                            
every where, every when,                                                        
for the second coming is you,                                                   
what the moon has always sung                                                   
and what the sun has always meant                                               
is you, come to this                                                            
rolling thunder on the last train                                               
home.                                                                           
                                                                                
every sinner some one christ                                                    
suffers in, another face of god                                                 
begging for your compassion.                                                    
                                                                                
come, can you give it now,                                                      
not as absolution,                                                              
just recognition                                                                
of who you really are,                                                          
reflecting in this dusty subway                                                 
the universal shape of god.                                                     
                                                                                
every soul that seems dead,                                                     
christs tomb,                                                                   
crying for your love.                                                           
                                                                                
come, can you wait with me                                                      
outside for the breaking                                                        
dawn, come to drown us all                                                      
in the truth                                                                    
we always are.                                                                  
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