This light of mine
john clare
sped past that grand spire
the light catching it just right
a beacon for all to see
i held my little finger out
like i did so long ago
and blew and sure enough
neither I nor Satan could
blow it out
for the same great light
that lit that grand spire
was the same light that
lit this weak little finger of mine
a mystery divine
all abounding
as I accelerated on up Marion
shouting the news
I'm gonna let it shine
I'm gonna let it shine.
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