| We met in someone’s wake
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| Whose, I don’t remember
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| But there were widows and whitecaps all around
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| As we sat silent and kept pretending
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| «I want to see it all, you know,» she said
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| «I want to live for always and all the lives there are»
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| As if she hadn’t heard me
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| Maybe she did
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| We sat there silent and kept pretending
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| That either of us knew the reason we had come
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| Or why the other had come
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| And I never got to know her
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| And she never got to know me
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| That’s the way it goes
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| So it goes, in love and onward
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| But I felt the light from that infinite sky
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| And the voice of the blessed center said, «Rekindle. |
| Arrive.»
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| I never believed in one breath after that
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| I never believed it was the same sun rose that set
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| And every night when the dark would come on
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| I’d believe there was no absence strong enough
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| To keep the day within or without
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| We hit the earth
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| There was a wonderful crash
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| And everything took fire
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| Everything caught ash
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| It was over
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| As simple as we were put here we were gone
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| The crew compartment’s breaking up |
| And the passengers are strewn
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| All across the fields of North Dakota
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| So it goes, in love and onward
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| But i felt the light from that infinite sky
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| And the voice of the blessed center said, «Rekindle. |
| Arrive.» |