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Standing knee-deep in cold water, swiftly moving |
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Somehow, I knew |
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I lost something |
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Wading waist-deep |
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I saw a book there, in the river |
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Waiting for me to find it there |
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I tried to read it, neck deep, treading water |
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The tide pulled me out to sea |
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Then with water in my eyes |
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The words began to rise from their place |
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They were beautiful and dread |
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I reached for them and fed on each phrase |
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They were honey on my lips |
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Then a bitter twist in my side. |
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I knew they'd lay me in my grave"Is there no one who could save me?" |
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I criedSinking down deep through cold water and heavy silence |
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Shadows stirring in the gloom |
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What things lay sleeping down deep in the darkness? |
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Woke there to find me in my tomb |
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Then with water in my eyes |
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The words began to rise from their place |
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They were beautiful and dread |
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I reached for them and fed on each phrase |
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They were honey on my lips |
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Then a bitter twist in my side |
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I knew they'd lay me in my grave"Is there no one who can save me?" |
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I criedWhen i lost all hope to look |
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Someone took that heavy book from my hands |
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All its weight they set aside |
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After they had satisfied its demands |
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I felt white and black reverse |
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And the lifting of a curse from my heart |
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Then like one receiving sight |
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I beheld a brilliant light in the dark |
