| Now I have your shoes
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| Today I wear your old black shirt
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| I have the things that I gave to you
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| But soon I’ll be ready to give them back
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| Come and get them
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| Shale-skin, salt-crown, slate-feather, corpse-down
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| Stone-blood, flesh-bane, life-bone, death-vein, salt-crown
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| Face the sunrise with eyes made of light
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| Swallow the early song with eardrums made of the first sound
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| Break the soft young earth with limbs made of the oldest stone
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| Through our watery eyes, stone watches itself standing
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| Alone, forever, against the flickering sky
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| Through our watery mouths, stone calls itself by a new name
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| Bones of the earth. |
| Stone
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| The bones call the stone by name
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| Crying, «Come, old mother, and cover me.»
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| The stone shows the bones the way of the silent, lifeless salt crown
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| The bones call the bones of the earth by name
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| Crying, «Come, old mother’s father, and bury me.»
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| The stone shows the bones the way of the
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| Ageless, deathless salt crown
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| Now you’ve gone back in
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| And I’ll stay out with your bones, burned and ground to sand
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| Keep watch with the faces you made with your hands
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| But soon I’ll be ready… no I’m not ready to give them back
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| Come, oh come and get them |