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The wind has wrenched all hands away |
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And ripped and torn the sail |
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But the sea grows somewhat calmer |
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As storms ply against the hull |
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Still I hope that time has something left |
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To show that |
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I was here |
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Before sinking into oceans |
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Of blurred forgotten years |
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My intention is a stranger moment |
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Apart from the world we share |
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And all of our enchanted musings |
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Fell lost between the here |
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And the there |
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The lights upon the farthest plain |
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Ascending with the storms |
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Where children and dreamers separate |
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And a gulf within us forms |
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And I hope when they replay the verse |
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Our tongues fell deep to speak |
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The words are less confusing |
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And the rhythm not so weak |
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But my intention is a stranger moment |
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Apart from the world we share |
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And all our hopes of happiness |
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Survive, between the here |
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And the there |