Consider me a widow, boys
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and I will tell you why.
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It's not the man, but it's the marriage
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that was drowned.
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So I walk the walk
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and wait with watchful eye out to the sky,
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Looking for a kind of vessel
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I have never found.
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Though I saw it splinter
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I keep looking out to sea,
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Like a dog with little sense,
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I keep returning,
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To the very area where
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I did see the thing go down
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as if there's something at the site
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I should be learning.
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That line is the horizon.
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We watch the wind and set the sail,
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but save ourselves when all omens
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point to fail.
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If I tell the truth
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then I will have to tell you this
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Though I grieve (and I believe
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i feel it truly)
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But I knew that ship was empty
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by the time it hit the rocks,
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we could not hold on
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when fate became unruly.
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So consider me a widow, boys,
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and I have told you why.
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Does the weather say
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a better day is nearing?
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I'll set my house in order now
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and wait upon the Will
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It's clear that I need
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better skill in steering...
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That line is the horizon.
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We watch the wind and set the sail,
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But save ourselves when all omens
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point to fail.
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Widow's Walk
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| Suzanne Vega |
