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There's no ceiling
There's no broken bone
And I've no feeling
And he will glow when she has grown into the sea that shares her gaze
The water shall refill the empty space

My dear mother
Where's your mining man?
And where's my father?
Oh, he has savored carcasses that lie like lovers in his home
We will sleep in bags that hang along these ropes
And that's not all;
She will stay
We will sit in fields of oranges and pray
Why do you run?
There is no shame
Gotta hang her in my heart still to this day
But that's okay

And when the light beams through the porch then we will know
Sleeping silent to disrupt the fallen snow
And in your room I saw that you had grown
Your cotton sheets did lift you by the throat

I split the numbers indeed
I held my arms outstretched
I cut through brothers in need
To be the curtain for the act that you have left here on repeat
But don't forget to crease the pages when you leave
And when the water is as cold as it is deep
We will burn the barns where babes first took to speech

And under beds of water
There will lie my eldest daughter
She has drifted, and the sea has held her body from decay
And the world, she wouldn't let in
And she'd scream before she leapt in
And the sky stems from the ocean
And I will get to it some
Get to it some
Get to it someday

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