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By Jack Joseph Smith

One More Truth It didn't mean a damn when we said it All that space out there for two to do There is no last dance and temptation, will never reach an end Don*t go down om those who mistake you. All souls see the same whem their done Do you fall in the weeds and fire a rifle , As you have bent on a wooden floor vesime ( ThE phrdens ot, a brass bed asking for forgiveness Voor & Lord hage us make a table, that will not be broken by a fists 4 Avyowrs Shou | p y is the only thing want Z ) 7 y Wy h PAE Mp?! Ah: hug and the tumbelweed, 4 “ fUrerhey two dots and a line C Don?t ever let your bsaim go away: From the first time, something was true

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AI Interpretation

GPT

Space, temptation, rifles, forgiveness, and tumbleweed collapse into a hard western prayer against being mistaken.


Claude

Rifles, tumbleweed, and forgiveness converge in a prayer that feels western in geography but biblical in urgency. The fear of being mistaken drives the entire plea.