A. Bouchard There was no light, shining through the window As Margaret lie in bed
She was wearing her cotton pajamas A crucifix above her head
She awoke from a dream
Her eyes were open
Her lips were moving in the dark Speak to me in many voices
Make them all sound like one
Reveal to me the Unknown Tongue
Let me see your sacred mysteries She put her hands upon her breasts
And they were small and hard and young
Waiting for the answer that must surely come
And everywhere she touched, she felt the fire Or is this just the way to die? Is this the way to love?
Speak to me in many voices
Make them all sound like one
Let me see your sacred mysteries And watched it cut into her palm
Reveal to me the Unknown Tongue
And then she took her father's razor
She put her hand up to her mouth
To taste the blood so holy and warm
She got up in the morning Put on her dress, and patent leather shoes
And caught the bus, and went to school.
Ate her cereal, and kissed her mother Speak to me in many voices
Let me see your sacred mysteries
Make them all sound like one
Reveal to me the Unknown Tongue Reveal to me, reveal to me
Reveal to me, reveal to me
Reveal to me! Reveal to me!
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