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Which came first, the church or Sarah Cooke
Buried by the sandstone tower
For all to take a look
Just north of Haddon Lane
Best to catch her in the rain
Which came first, the church or Sarah Cooke

What's it worth to be like Sarah Cooke, to witness every funeral wedding all in a days work
250 year illusion
Irony in evolution
What's it worth, to be like Sarah Cooke

How does it feel
When the stars above you look like a spinning wheel
And the faith that brought you here, don't feel as real
As you remember

Which came first, the church or Sarah Cooke
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This is the story of My Captivity By Savages, or,
How I Learned To Fight.
By Eliza Elizabeth Cooke, age thirteen,
written in my own hand on this, the 23rd day of August, 1829.
Chapter one: Fine Day For a Flaying or,
The Brutal Massacre of All I held Dear.

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Imagine
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I done been on that James Bond, on that Farrakhan,
On that Miles Davis, on that Sarah Vaughan
On that Marlon Brando, but I got hands of Stone
I love chicks with soul, Nina Simones
Spiritual with some Hustle boy  Audre Lorde
On that Poitier, that Michael Corleone
I'm on the phone with politicians, bring them troops home
King James on opposition, hoop game is strong.