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At the court
Of my lord
I was the chosen one
The favourite

When he walked
Into the ward
I heard his voice inside me
Calling me

“Come now, come now, come now…”

I wisely kept
Shaking my shameless body
Like the priestess
Of his cult

Until I reached
The state of glory
That infallible eye
Was greedy for

And to call me
He must be fond of
Must be fond of me
Augustine, Augustine, Augustine

After the crash
A sudden hush and latencies
That was not
Really me

Just longing for
Another call he'd offer
To my blood and soul
“Come now, come now to me”

And to call me
He must be fond of
Must be fond of me
And to call me
He must be fond of
Must be fond of me
Augustine, Augustine, Augustine

Then I knew
It was me
Augustine, Augustine, Augustine

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