By the first light of day you're walking away Yeah, I hung up my broom, hollowed out my room...its just an empty tomb Try as we might we don't give up the fight You will do what you must to keep from going bust in my hope you trust We could feast til we're stuffed. It was never enough. Throw the harvest in the sea, blame the hurricane on me, you're not coming home. Will you walk til you fall and never hear my call? Will I surely forget my hands on your neck? Your heart in my bed? I will never admit that our bones did not fit Freeze the sailor with his catch, plant the farmer in the pumpkin patch you're not coming home.. Let the mountains never speak, and the wren collapse her beak, you're not coming home.  

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Freeze the Sailor
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