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@ @ |
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I walked a spiraling village one night, |
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Drawn by the word of a bell or a light. |
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Out on the flats saw it rose to a spire. |
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It all becomes clear as the tide falls away. |
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Parent and child and an ocean between. |
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One is not heard and the other not seen. |
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Too many bottles but each had a message inside. |
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It all becomes clear as the tide falls away. |
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It all becomes clear as the tide falls away. |
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Lucky we are when the starts leave us singing |
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A hymn or a dirge when the surge of the ocean is gone, is gone. |
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And the old woman just stares at her hands, |
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So many heroes have crumbled to sand. |
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All those cathedrals were merely by men. |
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It all becomes clear as the tide falls away. |
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It all becomes clear as the tide falls away. |
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All falls away. |
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