| The sun is white tonight
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| Tomorrow it will be red and bright in ardent stillness
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| An ocean wave is welcoming
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| Yet it is carrying all of my sins and all of my troubles
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| Hey hey where were they hiding
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| The seabirds that return in the summer tide?
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| Hey hey where were they hiding
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| All my loving, giving, receiving?
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| When they’re back, I’ll continue my straying
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| There are no days, there never is night
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| In the icy lands of eternal, ceaseless calmness
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| How many until you’ll stand here
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| Sharing the weightlessness of the island’s intense wonders?
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| Hush now, soon they will fly in
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| The tern that I left with my reverie
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| Hush now, there’s one that is crying
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| Both its wings bear other birds' sorrows
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| When they’re back, I’ll continue my straying
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| The sun is white and steadily bright
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| In the land of tinder and ice in ardent silence
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| Hold on tight to our vision
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| The one that we’ve carried for so long
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| And soon we’ll feed the fire-doubled heartbeats
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| Sooth our souls' needs
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| Stillness feeds our united bodies |