Storms won't cause me to doubt
Chaos won't change my route
Twist and turns won't make me cry
Worldly selling won't make me pry
I'm sure to always remain fine
For long ago I drew a line
A line of stop gap measure
Between myself and pleasure
Pleasure having to do with the world
Pleasure having to do with corruption
I left that for what I heard Him mention
And it was something, something beautiful.
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