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On the eve of St. Sophia,
the boy who prays in rhymes
sang a line of shadows, soft and dim
and stretched out along him

The shadows at his feet
were like the smallest sky
intertwined with leaves

Softly sing the little things
that stay inside your crooked mind
so cluttered with the visions of Sophia

On the morning of Sophia's birth,
with eyes of tears so sweet,
"My dearest vision," she seemed to weep,
"I need you to come home, dear."

But the boy was lost inside his mind
behind his song and intertwined with her

Softly sing the little things
that stay inside your crooked mind
so cluttered with the visions of Sophia

And he sang,

Oh Sophia, Oh Sophia
I needed your release
Oh Sophia, Oh Sophia
I wanted to believe

but this medicine is killing me
ambition's left me numb
you promised all the answers
but all you left was love

Oh Sophia, Oh Sophia

The boy sang soft and all alone
far from St. Sophia's home
but songs of sadness travel far
and her ears heard every word.

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from To the Ones My Ears Love, released April 18, 2010

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