| The hero she is sleeping
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| A Jedi princess keeping
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| A sword inside a song
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| She is the grimmest reaper reaping
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| There are dragons in your letters
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| There is hope of something better
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| But you wait and watch and see
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| And never show your heart to me
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| And the mother she is singing
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| And the worried hands are wringing
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| But it all goes to the sky
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| It’s like a thousand rubies, spinning
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| But heroes are in theory
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| And my wooden heart is weary
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| Send me up into the sky
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| Like Diana in her fury
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| There is coffee on the table
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| There is paper, when you’re able
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| Write the truth, the word, the name
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| To stitch forever to this fable
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| So I’m leaving for St. Thomas
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| Leaving you for old St. Thomas
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| For the dawn will always break your arms
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| That circle of your promise
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| But I know you will find me
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| Maybe deaf, dumb, or blind
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| But you will lift me like a Jedi
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| Like a diamond for the sky to wear at dawn |