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Michael, do not pine for me
Canât capture what you cannot hold
Iâm like the sea
Brazen and breaking over bones
On the shore Iâll pick them clean
But I will not, no I wonât
Enjoy all of your suffering
So let me go to the folds of the old coalâblack clouds of the night
A broken incisor
Pulled from a carnivore
Will hang âround my neck instead of gold
Casting visions
Iâm like an apparition
Iâm keeping my dowry so leave me no rose
I cannot / Feign a need to dress in white linens
Instead of clothes soiled with sweat and I ask
âWhat did you learn from me tonight?â
You shout so loud, shout so loud
âWhat did you learn from me tonight?â
So let me go to the folds of the old coalâblack clouds of the night.
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