| Years are slipping by,
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| And still no sign of dawn.
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| We’ve sailed in constant twilight,
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| Forgetting moon and sun.
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| Broken teeth,
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| Haunted hearts
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| And weary feet,
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| Buried us in the deep.
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| I can see it all.
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| When I’m sinking.
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| Over all the seas, past the stars in the sky,
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| We won’t need our ships to reach glory so bright.
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| After all is said, after all is done,
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| We won’t need our ships, our bones, or our blood in Your glory.
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| Where shadows will no longer be
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| branded on the hearts of
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| those who dared to persevere
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| through death’s deepest dark.
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| All my pretense falls onto the floor
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| When Your voice comes like a wind in the door:
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| «Be set free.» |