| Skies above the endless seas
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| Engulf horizons till they disappear
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| At a sign a ship shaking its masts
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| Passes by like a fortress floating on wastelands
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| Flocks of cranes sail to the skies
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| Where never ending paths arise
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| Neath the blunt and timid sun
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| Skies above the endless seas
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| The ship, the ocean, the days are… gone
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| Likewise lives and youth pass by They pass away, like a lie
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| Likewise lives and youth pass by And die…
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| Skies full of stars above endless seas
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| Horizons till they disappear
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| An enormous ship shaking its masts
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| Passes by like a floating keep
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| Skies above the endless seas
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| The ship, the ocean, the days are… gone
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| But till I’m not six feet underground
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| My angels bow to my mourning sound
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| And sing along my weeping, over and over again
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| Likewise lives and youth pass by They pass away, like a lie,
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| But till I’m not six feet underground
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| My angels, bow to my mourning sound
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| And sing along my weeping, over and over
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| With the passion of a new born lover
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| …Again
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| And then, I will look behind to the world
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| Like those who don’t have much to tell (each other)
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| When they can’t say what they want
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| In the shadow of these ancient walls
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| In their silence, I lay down to rest
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| In the same silence that swallowed the travelers
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| Who fell asleep in time
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| Who are now… forgotten… by æons
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| Time is the water in which we drown
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| Time is the fire in which we burn
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| Likewise lives and youth pass by They pass away, like a lie
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| Likewise lives and youth pass by
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| …and die
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| Time is the water in which we drown
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| Time is the fire in which we burn |