| Beneath this balcony of stars
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| Beyond the searchlight stage where we’ve become
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| The stuff of time amid the waves
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| Whose nets are cast along the shore when day is done
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| As the seabird flies aboce
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| My songs are sung to those I’ve come to love
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| The petals strung into the leis
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| The flowering of days I’ve just begun
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| A second chance to grasp a dance
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| Beneath the last rays setting of the sun
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| Tears along the trail of sand
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| Footprints in the water lead me back to who I am
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| When gods and goddesses decreed
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| The mountains raised up from beneath the seas
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| The sound of sovereign thrones
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| Above the hand tied bureaucrat who moans
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| This crazy love amazes me
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| As I just gaze into your eyes
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| The liquid sun is split upon the sea
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| I want to be where I can see the moon arise
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| A second chance to grasp a dance
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| Before the moment fades to summarize
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| Tears along the trail of sand
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| Footprints in the water lead me back to who I am
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| Along the lonely stretch of sand
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| Reduced to just a woman and a man
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| Bathed in the lunar light
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| The likes of which I might just understand
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| Among the myths I know are real
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| The goddess disguised as herself revealed
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| I sang her song out loud
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| She sat herself beside me in the crowd
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| A second chance to grasp a dance
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| Into the moment that she would allow
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| Tears along the trail of sand
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| Footprints in the water lead me back to who I am |