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               Dear Jesus, I've forgotten how to fly.                    [80C
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               My dreams have crumbled in the night.                     [80C
               Surrounded by purple ranks of boredom and sloth           [80C
               I've surrendered to sleep and fantasy,                    [80C
               Guilt-ridden and numb,                                    [80C
               I nod acquiescence                                        [80C
               To their sluggish onslaught.                              [80C
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               Forgive my selfish prayers, Lord,                         [80C
               For they echo a tired litany of lust and wants            [80C
               That I make no move to fulfill on my own.                 [80C
               I scream for sunshine while locked in my room             [80C
               Pounding on a door, that I make no effort                 [80C
               To open.                                                  [80C
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               How can I see so clearly,                                 [80C
               But still fail to act?                                    [80C
               Precious Jesus, I've forgotten how to fly.                [80C
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               No more shall I ask for love                              [80C
               To be handed to me like a prize                           [80C
               For suffering endured.                                    [80C
               I will not find her that way.                             [80C
               Instead,                                                  [80C
               I beg for strength,                                       [80C
               To be able to stand up, and find what I need,             [80C
               On my own.                                                [80C
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               My saviour, teach me how to fly.                          [80C
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               Copyright (c) 1992 Todd Rokholm                           [80C
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