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The sun sets below the foam of the ocean |
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And the shore is fast asleep |
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I stood on the mountain and sang |
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When my verses hit the water they were already dead |
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I know where the sun sleeps at night |
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Down in the lonely sea |
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I know where the sun hides at night |
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Up a tall spruce-tree |
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The song vanished behind the pine-trees |
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And the dusk cried it away |
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Below the depths of the ever storming sea |
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My song of something that will never return |
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I know where the sun sleeps at night |
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Down in the lonely sea |
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I know where the sun hides at night |
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Up a tall spruce-tree |
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Struck by your words like stones |
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The grief comes like winters cold, cutting breath |
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I want to turn the sun and the moon from their paths |
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And press the countless stars in my fist |
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I shall curse this world |
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Turn back the sun |
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Turn back the moon |
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I shall curse this world |
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Turn back the day |
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Turn back the night |
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And when I have trampled it all underfoot |
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Smiling I'll turn my back on life |
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I know where |
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I'll sleep tonight |
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Down in the lonely sea |
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And when the dawn has blown upon its fire |
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I'll rest deep below the depressing sea. |