117th Chorus

Me, Paraclete, you. Ye –
Me, Paraclete, Thee –
Thou Maitreya Love of the Future
     Me Santiveda me, saint,
 Me sinner me – Me Baptist
 A-traptist of Lower

Me – You
Me, alone in understandin old
       void of I love you,
       feel fine

Me, you gotta love yourself,
       love, something,
       thass all I can say

The witchcraft Indiana girls
       that didnt sing with their hearts,
       where never in a better
       shock of hay hocks
       than the oldtime
       singer with dusty feet
       that chased death
       comes and enfolds you