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My heart is a well, it goes downIt goes down to the bottomwhere you found in the dirt and debris:The leather, the beans and the smokethe seaweed, the coins and the trainsthe lilies, the rust and the coffinsthe mirrors, the carpets and chainsAnd the well began filling with waterbut you used it for your escapeYou sailor, you traitor