| Margaret arrayed the rocks around the hull before it was sinking
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| A million stones, a million bones, a million holes within the chinking
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| And painting rings around your eyes these peppered holes so filled with crying
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| A whisper weighed upon the tattered down where you and I were lying
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| Tell me now, tell me this, a forest’s son, a river’s daughter
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| A willow on the willow wisp, our ghosts will wander all of the water
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| So let’s be married here today these rushing waves to bear our witness
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| And we will lie like river stones rolling only where it takes us
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| But I pulled you and I called you here
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| And I caught you and I brought you here
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| These hazards of love, never more will trouble us
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| Oh Margaret the lapping waves are licking quietly at our ankles
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| Another bow another breath this brilliant chill’s come for the shackle
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| With this long last rush of air we speak our vows and sorry whispers
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| When the waves came crashing down, he closed his eyes and softly kissed her
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| But I pulled you and I called you here
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| And I caught you and I brought you here
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| These hazards of love, never more will trouble us
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| And these hazards of love, never more will trouble us |