| In the dawn light the scars look pretty
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| Rain is falling and I can’t sleep
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| The morning I left
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| The most beautiful I’ve ever seen
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| Seagulls crying in the morning
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| Siren voices, hear them calling
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| Choirs of angels
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| So long Marianne
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| My soul ascends from the realm
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| Spheres of planets, the soul, four levels
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| Nine choirs of angels
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| Christ sits enthroned above them all
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| The stars glitter from afar
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| Feel their beauty pierce the heart
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| I dreamt about you long before we met
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| Tide of forgetfulness in the bloodstream
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| Slip between consciousness
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| Fade in and out dreams
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| And across the dark Atlantic Belfast lies asleep
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| And the river Quoile still winds it’s way down to the sea
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| She is star whose beauty is fading
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| In her blue eyes her luck is waning
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| She opened my arms to a million scars
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| I drift Lethe-wards on the current
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| I look beatific in the torrent
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| The rain blowing in my face down the avenue
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| Tide of forgetfulness in the bloodstream
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| Slip between consciousness
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| Fade in and out dreams
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| And across the dark Atlantic Belfast lies asleep
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| And the River Quoile still winds it’s way down to the sea
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| I dreamt about you
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| Did you wake me?
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| Was I dreaming?
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| You were in my dreams
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| You gave me shelter
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| Took care of me and set me free |