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What He Wrote- Laura Marling

angsayamisscat on February 12, 2012 23:31

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    Forgive me Dear,
    I cannot stay.
    He cut out my tongue,
    There is nothing to say.

    Love me? oh no, he threw me away,
    He laughed at my sins, in his arms I must
    Stay.

    He wrote, I'm broke.
    Please send for me.
    I'm broken too,
    And spoken for.
    Do not, tempt me.

    Her skin is fun, and I'm light as the
    Sun,
    So holy light shines, on the things, you have done.

    So I asked him,
    How he became this man?
    How that he learned,
    To hold fruit in his hands?

    And where is the lamb, that gave you your
    Name?
    He had to leave, though I begged HIM to
    Stay.

    Left you alone, when you needed the
    Light.
    Fell to your knees, and you wept for your
    Life!

    If he had of stayed, you might
    Understand.
    If he had of stayed, you never would've
    Taken my hand.

    He wrote,
    I'm alone.
    Please send for me.
    But I'm broken too,
    And spoken for.
    Do not, tempt me.

    And where is the lamb, that gave you your
    Name?
    He had to flee, though I begged him to
    Stay.

    Begged him to stay, in my cold wooden
    Grip.
    Begged him to stay, by the light of my
    Ship.

    Me fighting him,
    Fighting light,
    Fighting dawn.
    The waves came,
    And stole him,
    And took him toward.

    He wrote,
    I'm broke.
    Please send for me.
    But I'm broken too,
    And spoken for.
    Do not, tempt me.

    Forgive me, dear, I cannot stay.
    He cut out my tongue, there is nothing to
    Say
    Love me or not, he threw me away.
    He laughed at my sins, in his arms I must
    Stay.

    We write.
    That's alright.
    I miss his smell.

    And we speak,
    When spoken to.
    That suits us well.

    We write.
    And that's alright.
    But I miss his smell.

    And I speak, when spoken to,
    'cause that suits me well.
    That suits me well.

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