| A bursting hull
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| This ship torn asunder
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| Remote hearts now too distant
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| To survive another year in slumber
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| Gusts of wind fill my sails
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| I cast off into the twilight red
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| New winds offer strength
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| But I might rest on the ocean bed
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| Our heaven’s dead
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| A silent arc
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| A reverie adrift for years
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| Our heaven is dead
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| In solitude I hesitate
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| The dark still blue, threatening
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| The empyrean silence speaks
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| Telling me it’s far too late
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| Our heaven’s dead
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| A silent arc
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| A reverie adrift for years
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| Our heaven is dead
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| In search for new horizons
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| Sunrise for new horizons
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| Salvation came with newfound bearing
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| It rescued us from the careless sleep
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| And all these years of silent drifting
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| Comes to an end in a dawning spring
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| Liberation from a perpetual burden
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| I see us disappearing I can feel us dissolving
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| By the grace of a pardon the eclipse yields for the break of day
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| Gusts of wind fill my sails
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| As I cast off into the twilight red
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| New winds offer strength
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| And I might rest on the ocean bed
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| Our heaven’s dead
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| A silent arc
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| A reverie adrift for years
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| Our heaven is dead
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| In search for new horizons
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| A dawn for new horizons |