Consider me a widow, boys
And I will tell you why
It's not the man, but it's the marriage
That was drowned
So I walk the walk
And wait with watchful eye out to the sky
Looking for a kind of vessel
I have never found
I will follow her on her path
Scarlet's walk through the violets
Just tell your gods for me
All bets are off this year
They're free to leave
Yes, they're free to leave...
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