| One, two, three, five,
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| The night is only half alive
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| The curtains blow the frightened tress,
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| They line the moonlit windy beach
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| Four five six seven,
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| My dreams never touched on heaven,
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| They come, they stream they laugh they bleed,
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| They drop me off in a thicket of reeds
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| Keep the dream alive
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| A boy, a dog, the dunes, the sea,
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| He stands in a thicket of reeds,
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| No food, cell, or GPS,
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| I watched him weeping from the trees
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| «the sea is only half alive,
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| Help me find my campsite,"he said
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| Keep the dream alive
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| I dreamed he found his way back there,
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| The campsite though was stripped out bare,
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| The night was only half-alive
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| Skinned racoons hung from a line
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| For men there is no turning back,
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| They all had left with coonskin caps,
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| The embers smoked and barley glowed,
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| He gathered wood and started his own fire
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| Keep the dream alive |