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You pick me up and carry me,
Walk me across the blue black sea,
The waves tossing loud with their cries,
Yet I find peace deep in your eyes,
And in the night I feel so blind,
Dark uses sin and it does bind,
The vice round my neck, onto your Blood drips,
The sweetest air Ive tasted pours through my lips,
For now I shall be free,
For in the night you carried me,
You wiped away the tears I cried,
So I will no longer be walking blind.
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