Mary Magdalene, won't you come for me?
I've been here for days, no one see's my pain.
Didn't Augustine say some nice things?
I haven't said a thing about the Resurrecting.
Sea of Galilee, did it lack the majesty?
I've been in disguise waiting for the flies.
Did you see him bleed or was it all a scheme?
I could tell you cared by the words you shared.
You don't have to lie, you could be his bride.
I won't tell a soul about how you grew old.
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