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I won’t go traveling tonight;
I won’t go back to the wolves, now.
There’s something singing in the ice.
In the deepest part of the world
and a film across my eyes,
as I’m watching all the waves turn white.
He took me out on the tide
To make pearls of my eyes
And uncover me, again, without asking-
Tore every stitch, every line, every hook, every eye
Between him and the diamonds, diamonds
I would not give, but maybe tonight I will,
with you holding my arms and my stuttering heart,
as I’m bound and flayed alive
Oh don’t go traveling tonight.
Hold that child in your arms!
There are no more canaries in the mine
And a cloud, black over the water.
And a voice, low in my ear,
Says the things that we did here will never die
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