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| Just where it now li | es I can no longer sa | y |
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| I | found it on a | cold and November | day |
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| In the | roots of a Sycamore | tree where it had hid so lon | g |
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| In a | box made out of | Myrtle lay the Bone of Son | g |
| The Bone of Song was a jawbone, old and bruised |
| Worn out in the service of the Muse |
| And along its sides and teeth were written words |
| I ran my palm along them and I heard |
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| "Lucky are | you who | finds me in the | wilderness |
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| I | am the only | unquiet ghost | that does not seek | rest" |
| The words on the bone of song were close and small |
| And though their toungues were dead I found I knew them all |
| In the hieroglyphs of quill and quatrain lines |
| Osiris, the fall of Troy, and Auld Lang Syne |
| Kathleen Mauvoreen, Magnificat, Your cheatin' heart |
| The chords of a covenant king singing for the Ark. |
| Then I saw on a white space that was left |
| A blessing written, older than the rest |
| And it said "leave me here I care not for wealth or fame |
| I'll remember your song but I'll forget your name" |
| The words that I sang blew off like leaves in the wind |
| First like birds on the branches before landing on the bone again, again |
| Then the bone was quiet it said no more to me |
| So I left it in the ribbons of the Sycamore tree |
| And as night had come so I turned around and headed home |
| With a lightness in my step and a song in my bones |
| "Lucky are you who finds me in the wilderness |
| I am the only unquiet ghost that does not seek rest" |
| Cadd9: x30033 |