Night cracked like a skull
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Made the moon convulse
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Wrapped its chilly tongue around my mast
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A fortnight it would be
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Since I'd been out at sea
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Ne'er another soul had crossed my path
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Ne'er another soul had crossed my path
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I was hauling salt
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In my bleached and battered boat
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Trawling just to pass the restless night
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When I felt the queerest lug
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Against that fraying cord
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Reeling in a devastating sight
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In the brackish sound
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Somebody had drowned
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She wrapped her raven rings around my line
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She wrapped her raven rings around my line
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In a tangled open dress
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The most comely bloodless breasts
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A distant look was frozen in her eyes
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A fiend possessed my soul
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As I helped her to disrobe
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A rope of weeds was woven round her thighs
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A rope of weeds was woven round her thighs
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My ill and frenzied heart
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And the quiet lapping song
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Beaten by the splendor of her hips
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I had to lay her down
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Atop those briny beds
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And press my mouth against her silent lips
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The frigid moon was green
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Upon my wicked scene
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My wasted angel shimmering in sand
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I had to be with her
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And leave the world behind
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I knew that no one else could understand
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And I slipped her silver palm inside my hand
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Married to the bower
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I threw our bodies overboard
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Our hearts were bound by heavy rusted chain
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Now I roam the ocean floor
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With the lady I adore
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This is where we remain
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This is where we remain
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This is where we remain
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This is where we remain
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Tope of weeds
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| Elysian Fields |
