| Though half of life is gone for good
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| And we haven’t acted as we should
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| You feel it in your heart of wood
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| That this is far from over
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| Shorelines gone and maps destroyed
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| Livelihoods dissolved and void
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| Entire languages unheard
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| And still it’s far from over
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| Be sure you teach your kids to swim
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| And navigate by stars above
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| The fate of landlocked life is grim
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| When you ignore our will to love
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| When all that’s left is sea and sun
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| A lonely voice says «All's not done»
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| Its your child who will be the one
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| To sing it’s far from over
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| A traveller upon the sea
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| Sings «It's a sailor’s life for me»
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| I now embrace eternity
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| For this is far from over
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| You never know what she will find
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| When we are dead and she is sailing
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| Nor what new thoughts will cross her mind
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| As wind blows in her hair
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| Don’t worry if all life is gone
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| The rocks and sea will still roll on
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| And new wild creatures will be born
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| Yes, this is far from over
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| The whole world’s far from over |