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His clothes hang tired |
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On his lonely awkward frame |
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They protect his bones |
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Like the folds of a bats wing cape |
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He talks to the wind |
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His breath spelling something |
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She draws near |
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But the words hit the floor |
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And the one he adored never hears |
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As twelve harps play and time breaks the waves, she never hears |
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Faceless among all the tears |
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That reflect from her stone |
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As the crowd turns away he is left there |
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To grieve on his own |
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Leaving his heart on a harp |
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That he placed on her grave |
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He relied on the wind |
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But he knew she could never be saved |
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As twelve harps play and time breaks the waves, faintly she hears |
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You were the jewel |
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That I failed to unearth while I breathed |
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Deaf to the chimes |
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And blind to your eyes guiding me |
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Secretly watching you gave me your hand |
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I was safe in your care |
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I could have danced in the ball of your eyes |
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If I'd known you were there |
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As twelve harps play and time carries their waves |
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All through the years at last she can hear now |
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Clouds full of melodies |
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Banish those memories |
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It's all they'll ever need |
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They'll whisper through empty streets |
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And wild weathervanes |
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In the wind and the rain |
