Neither staff nor bag
nor bread nor money
it's a strange journey
but it really isn't funny
and who will feed
the multitude these days
and just what kind of with us
did you really mean by always
I'm no fool
I know my lowly station
never would have made it
to see the
transfiguration
I guess I'm not fit for the kingdom
how hard I'm looking back
wishing one last little glimpse
before I give the plow my back
what
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