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I don’t ask for what I want
I don’t want to be denied
So I take what I can gather
When it’s washed up by/on/with the tide

But the water’s pulling back
And those rocks that you can see
They were there below the surface
And that mess is due to me

Slick with mermaid’s purses
And strings of seaweed pearls
And some minor possessions
From all those shipwrecked girls

I could have to tried to help them
I could hear their shallow sobs
I am the lighthouse keeper
It’s literally my job

And I hate that they’re exposed
Not because of all the gore
But when were those rocks were just submerged
I could pretend I didn’t know that they were there at all

They trusted me to guide them
A North Star, bold and bright
So how were they to know
That I’d snuffed out my light

I am the lighthouse keeper
I’ll never be denied
I help myself to anything
Washed up on the tide

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from Year of the Bird (Volume 1), released April 8, 2019

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