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I climbed down to watch the tide |
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Mark the time that slips away |
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Where the oceans meet the sky |
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The drawing out of self |
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And bitter cold goes side by side |
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The self-sustained obscurity |
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The sense |
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I can't maintain |
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The ghost that never wanes |
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I walk out to meet my fate |
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In the receding of the day |
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In hope the tide will grant me stay |
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From the ghost that never wanes |
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So torn and frayed |
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My times, lives, faces |
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None can wear away |
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Time slips away |
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Let them rest upon the waves |
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Peace at last for those who wait |
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Before I go out too far |
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Before the depth |
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I seek moves further away |
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I walk out to meet my fate |
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In the receding of the day |
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In hope the tide will grant me stay |
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From the ghost that never wanes |