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[judecorp]

And were I a deadwood ship, my heart a compass
I would leave with inanimate grace
No love could touch me, but
I live and I know that I'll burn as I go
Though it might break my heart to walk away, and so
As a moon may adore you and remain, high moon
The wind may crown your head with leaves and keep blowing
So I'll stop, and I'll watch you
For I love, I love
And then be on my way
And then be on my way