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Last Waltz for the First Time

from Grace in the Blue by The English Wraith

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I have foraged in the meadow with the old country's widow
Taken little of little and left with her name
For this queen of the clover, no drop hath run over
Brim full just to know her, spilt out in the rain
For the heart she's a breaker, in the night she's a waker
Born again undertaker, blowing kisses at death
She's a token collector, a soft light projector
A sure hand protector, sweet salts on her breath

And as reddening skies bleed into the night
I'll awake with a fright but she won't be there
In a cold haunted wind, no feeling will send
And I'll break and I'll bend and I'll feel for her hair

Oh to walk on the water with the emerald's daughter
Sea-tamed and sea fathered, she's worn in her dress
With no prelude to entrance - delight of a new sense
Entranced and belittled, made known to the flesh
No picture could prove her, no charm could exude her
The sun will not lose her so shine ye of light
Make her presence known, prepared to be sown
In gardens of Eden and origins of sight

But it wasn't all maybe cause I did love your baby
Took two scales to weigh me, heavy on my feet
And without an answer, too clumsy a dancer
My shame was my cancer - impatient on your seat

No charms are exacting on her nature's reacting
No light so refracting as to pierce through her will
Her blemishes shimmer, her dead eyes still glimmer
And as she grows dimmer, the emptiness to fill
The horror in the twilight, innocence in the dawns' bright
All mirages to my sight, and left with her mark
The days linger foul, the cannibals all howl
The age in the owl unknown in the dark

Got stuck on the latter, unlaced, torn to tatter
and I'd shatter the matter and I'd bend back the spoon
No shortcut to heaven, our bread went unleavened
I could've been, should've been, could've been you

I'll find you in pining, in death's silver lining
My face will be shining, my heart full to bust
The mourning of diamonds born of the new hymen
As once was alive then, now's chasing the dust
Just harvest me whole, take a lock off my soul
All I want you to know is that we didn't just try
And as all hope is gone still your eyes linger on
So I made you this song when I was too dry to cry

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from Grace in the Blue, released March 9, 2013

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