Standing knee-deep in cold water, swiftly moving
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Somehow I knew I lost something
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WADING waist-deep I saw a book there, in the river
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Waiting for me to find it there
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I tried to read it, neck deep, treading water
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The tide pulled me out to sea
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Then with water in my eyes
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The words began to rise from their place
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They were beautiful and dread
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I reached for them and fed on each phrase
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They were honey on my lips
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Then a bitter twist in my side
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I knew they'd lay me in my grave
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"Is there no one who could save me?" I cried
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Sinking down deep through cold water and heavy silence
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Shadows stirring in the gloom
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What things lay sleeping down deep in the darkness?
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Woke then to find me in my tomb
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Then with water in my eyes
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The words began to rise from their place
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They were beautiful and dread
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I reached for them and fed on each phrase
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They were honey on my lips
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Then a bitter twist in my side
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I knew they'd lay me in my grave
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"Is there no one who could save me?" I cried
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And when I lost all hope to look
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Someone took that heavy book from my hands
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All it's weight they set aside
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After they had satisfied it's demands
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I felt white and black reverse
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And the lifting of a curse from my heart
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Then like one receiving sight
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I beheld a brilliant light in the dark
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Words In The Water
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