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He spoke like a man who spent an inordinate amount of time around small children, or perhaps the matrons thereof; all heck and darn and dangnabbit.

Not that there was anything wrong with this, of course. It was simply that one did not expect to find a man like him employed by this sort of... organisation.

If one could call it that. Most times, it generally seemed the sort of place where schedules go to die.

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Reaching up between my ribs

With the hope to ease the ache,

But now that I've had your poison pill

I'm afraid the cure won't take.

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Let the waves roll over me when I brave the wondrous deeps; let storms pass by and let clear blue skies

Shine down now on me.

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I dreamed that I forgave you

And it didn't fix a thing;

Didn't change the hurt you caused,

Didn't, couldn't, wouldn't bring

Back those good old days before it all went bad, but

It was a weight off my shoulders all the same.

(Won't ever change a goddamned thing,

But a weight off all the same.)

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Madder and madder

Down the ladder

So slow, so slow

That you don't notice

When you're gone.

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Spring is in the air, and I'm still waiting

For the cold that never came.

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Slipping, slipping - silk water, quicksilver, mercurial gold - twixt my fingers and oh, darling, I ran, I ran so far away - nothing gold can stay - and I couldn't get away, away, away, and there are so many ways to fall but only a handful are risen - there are no gods left, darling, not anymore; we have to make our own these days - and I used to wish that I could fly just so I could dive right out of the sky, but it scares me now that I might miss my shot and hit the ground, and oh, darling, oh I know that this heart of mine ain't much to keep but won't you wait until I fall asleep

To slip away?

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I am maybe, possibly, a little bit in love

With the way that you smile when the sun comes up;

When the long night's passed and the nightmare's done,

Smile for me, baby, you got through another one.

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And it hurts like hell to see you go, but you can't stay, we both know.

So here's to goodbye, farewell done well, bittersweet but no death knell.

I'll see you again some other day, where the light is bright down by the bay,

And I hope you'll say yes when I ask if you're happy, because you deserve to be happy, darling.

I hope you'll be happy; I wish you the best, even as this loveheart goes still in my chest

And I'm sure you'll be sure when we meet by the shore that we were never meant for something more,

And I hope that you'll smile, because it will be okay, by the time we meet some other day.

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The sea loves the ship.

The ship loves the sea.

They call to each other,

Drown with me.

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And oh, the stars, if they could but see

The way that you look, here next to me.

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And I will lay my scars to rest

In a bed that's full of roses.

Thank you to every me

That brought me here;

I love you.

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Bird by bird and stone by stone,

We'll lead the weary wanderers home.

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And so I reached out,

Reeled him in by neck,

Said, where you going, baby?

We're not done yet.

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They stood like memory at the edge of the water, where the rocks rose like jagged thrones.

A ghost, but not. Not quite.

They say that you die twice. The first time is when they bury you in your grave, and the second time is the last time that somebody mentions your name.

But what if you forget your name? What if you become a legend, your tale resounding through the ages from a thousand mouths in a thousand tongues for a thousand years until you'll answer to anything and know that it's you that they're calling?

Bones long turned dust in a pauper's grave, but your name still echoing off of every cliff because, once, you were a hero?

What are you now, hero? Is there enough left of you to know?

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What are we fighting for? What will be left to us

When all is reduced to ash and dust?

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I'm planting a garden

In my heart just for you;

I'm hoping that soon

You'll come wandering through.