| Here is the ocean to balance all your tears
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| The red desert valley and the wide black river
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| Shore to shore, my love
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| Shore to shore
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| Here is copper to fire your autumn eyes
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| The eight-point star with its broken wings
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| And all abandoned things, my love
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| My love
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| Even the willow’s saddest lullaby
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| And the shadow that sings behind
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| The graces called down the nightingale, my love
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| The ocean, my love, was not enough
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| The nightingale rose, but her song could not
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| And the graces called them all back home, my love
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| My love |