Lay me down on a bed of blue ice,

Cover me with a blanket of snow;

I know I will never return

Home,

You can now call me your own

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Sing to me in the voice of a storm,

Look at me with the bright eyes of stars;

I know I will never return

Home –

My wounds will not turn to scars;

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Wash my sweat and blood off your face,

The face which is now also mine;

I know I will never return

Home;

But I’ve been gone all my life:

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It was you I’d been reaching for

It was me whom you chose to keep;

I know I will never return

Home –

The rocks below are too steep