Give unto me to push a broom
Give unto me to sweep the tomb
When I am given love supreme
Give unto me the deeper dream
How many times said I need a plan
Who is the teacher, is it a man
Is it a woman is it anyone
Can I be told if it's begun
With broom in hand I'll seek my work
Know I'll transcend this present murk
forgive me but yes, comes the clean sweep
a price that's swift, and not too steep
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