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Sense Field Blue Glass Man

and it may appear he has nothing profound to say It may appear that he chooses to be clear Blue glass man paints his world blue Blue glass man paints

by faith, the lone wolf dies How am I gonna follow you with blue man ears and snow blind eyes? But I, I can't get there from here when every sense is

This field guide's got no soul Digging for the sacred In a man-made hole The soil gets harder The shovel won't behave I just dug myself Into a six foot