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Myself a living torch, but the ghost was neither myth nor moth.
On that black raft I did set forth…North. Until I heard a song where one did not belong.
Our Lady of The Snow, what of my sickness could you know?
You born above and I below…just go! I’ve wrecked on shores where no mermaid should flow.
But in the ruined cities of the past, her grace drawn upon them at last. In each eclipse, a midnite mass…alas The Ghost tried one more time to save my life.
Singin’ Johnny! Johnny Anchor… The sea is shining, but the bottom is black.
So why go diving, diving for Atlantis? When you’ve found a pearl like this
In the sands of Nantucket. Our Lady Of The Snow, more a girl if truth be told.
I’ll love you ‘till the stars go cold…for it’s told: Marry me and I shall not grow old.