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The Gravity of You, Draws My Soul on Through Its Knees
"I am broken at your feet, like an alabaster jar. Every piece of who I am, may be for your majesty," he says. "O the gravity of you, draws my soul on through its knees." He adds: 'My lips so lost forwards will kiss your feet'