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I sat down on the steps of the old churchNot because I believeThere was no reason that I could seeI sat with a bottle in a paper bag there on my kneeAnd waited for the sun to come up flamingA black ant crossed the desert of the stepsHe was only travelling throughI crushed him beneath my shoeI did it I admit it was an evil thing to doThe church above me didn't seem to noticePeople suffer more than ants or birds or dogsOr any other thingCause they know the trap they're inAnd even though they know they're going sink they have to swimKnowing that eventually they will go underI was sitting on the steps of the old churchAnd the sun came softly upIt's light spun through the fogI know you must have seen it for yourself so I will stopAnd not try to put in words for you the beauty From Letras Mania