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The ghosts moored their boats upon the shore* |
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With hands and ropes they plucked the trembling stars |
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And the sound of bones rattled on the wind |
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And the salt of tears dropping in the sand |
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The bones of birds and children beneath me lie |
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The blood of stars, the blood of stars |
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The whispered sin on a guiltless knife |
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The silenced ring of a bullet in a life |
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We hid ourselves in the stitching of a myth |
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We hid by words in the history we bid |
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The bones of birds and children beneath me lie |
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The blood of stars on your hands and mine |
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The blood of stars, the blood of stars |
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When the fight was lost |
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They fell with broken hearts |
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A wound of a thousand cuts |
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And a scar to last the ages |