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Well I stepped into an avalanche,<br />it covered up my soul;<br />when I am not this hunchback that you see,<br />I sleep beneath the golden hill.<br />You who wish to conquer pain,<br />you must learn, learn to serve me well. <br /><br />You strike my side by accident<br />as you go down for your gold.<br />The cripple here that you clothe and feed<br />is neither starved nor cold;<br />he does not ask for your company,<br />not at the centre, the centre of the world. <br /><br />When I am on a pedestal,<br />you did not raise me there.<br />Your laws do not compel me<br />to kneel grotesque and bare.<br />I myself am the pedestal<br />for this ugly hump at which you stare. <br /><br />You who wish to conquer pain,<br />you must learn what makes me kind;<br />the crumbs of love that you offer me,<br />they?re the crumbs I?ve left behind.<br />Your pain is no credential here,<br />it?s just the shadow, shadow of my wound. <br /><br />I have begun to long for you,<br />I who have no greed;<br />I have begun to ask for you,<br />I who have no need.<br />You say you?ve gone away from me,<br />but I can feel you when you breathe. <br /><br />Do not dress in those rags for me,<br />I know you are not poor;<br />you don?t love me quite so fiercely now<br />when you know that you are not sure,<br />it is your turn, beloved,<br />it is your flesh that I wear.
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Well I stepped into an avalanche,<br />it covered up my soul;<br />when I am not this hunchback that you see,<br />I sleep beneath the golden hill.<br />You who wish to conquer pain,<br />you must learn, learn to serve me well. <br /><br />You strike my side by accident<br />as you go down for your gold.<br />The cripple here that you clothe and feed<br />is neither starved nor cold;<br />he does not ask for your company,<br />not at the centre, the centre of the world. <br /><br />When I am on a pedestal,<br />you did not raise me there.<br />Your laws do not compel me<br />to kneel grotesque and bare.<br />I myself am the pedestal<br />for this ugly hump at which you stare. <br /><br />You who wish to conquer pain,<br />you must learn what makes me kind;<br />the crumbs of love that you offer me,<br />they?re the crumbs I?ve left behind.<br />Your pain is no credential here,<br />it?s just the shadow, shadow of my wound. <br /><br />I have begun to long for you,<br />I who have no greed;<br />I have begun to ask for you,<br />I who have no need.<br />You say you?ve gone away from me,<br />but I can feel you when you breathe. <br /><br />Do not dress in those rags for me,<br />I know you are not poor;<br />you don?t love me quite so fiercely now<br />when you know that you are not sure,<br />it is your turn, beloved,<br />it is your flesh that I wear.
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