| beyond the sky where the dark has no light
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| nighty-night, I know I couldn’t get to you
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| put your old canoe on the wharf to dry under your new moon
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| in outer space I will find a good place
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| for the dried pawpaw and wahoo, too
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| have a home brew on the wharf tonight when I sing about you
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| ode to the leaves lay me on the moon
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| skipping a stone on a lake they had cloned
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| I’m inclined to do what I’m going to do
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| put what’s left of you in the water in spite, but I wouldn’t have to
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| we agreed that life keeps on going
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| a reach we’ll never be knowing
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| the price-all the presently lonely and doomed
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| no earth to turn, no blubber to burn breath new life elsewhere or else we lose
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| ancient lyre or a poison device
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| glaciers retired
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| beyond the sky where the dark has no light
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| nighty-night, I know I couldn’t get to you
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| have a home brew on the wharf tonight under your new moon
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| we agreed that life keeps on going
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| a reach we’ll never be knowing in truth
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| we agreed that life keeps on going
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| a reach we’ll never be knowing
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| always and forever foregoing
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| the price-all the presently lonely and doomed |