Don't be afraid of the new moon coming in.
Don't be afraid of the skin that you may shed.
It's natural to wonder what it's like to stay under
even though you keep your eyes ahead.
So, don't be afraid of the new moon coming in.
Wood becomes sheets.
Dirt becomes covers.
Three brothers shovel.
And I am right here struggling to comprehend things.
And brothers they come shuffling, knowing that they're beneath.
And I know I'm muddling up everything I speak,
But I can't even wonder what's happening next.
A line of slow cars, and you're right in the middle.
There's a woman on her way to her husband.
And you carry her there.
One foot over the other.
And the green pastures welcome her in forever.
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