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I heard your voice at midnight |
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By the river shore |
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I saw your child sleeping |
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Behind an open door |
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The moon was in the river |
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Shining up from the floor |
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And the fish swam like moonlight |
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Through your child's closing door |
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And morning is the long way home |
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The fisherman was drowning |
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By his broken heel |
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His screams were tiny bubbles |
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And his tongue made of steel |
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When he died his teeth made stones |
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For your lonely child to feel |
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And his eyes like prayers were quiet |
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When you heard his tongues of steel |
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And morning is the long way home |
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The ghost of ghosts was passing |
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And the grasses waved like hair |
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I Knew I'd die forgotten |
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I'm the whisper of your care |
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The water would surround me |
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And my body would despair |
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But my heart would understand |
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The door that's closing there |
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And morning is the long way home |
