| When I was younger I caught a glimpse of fate,
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| Above the water, flickering,
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| So lonely it seemed, so fragile was its beam,
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| In storm waters, threatening,
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| Churning tides keep me awake,
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| While I’m still asleep,
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| Can’t take my eyes off the failing light,
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| That floats upon the sea,
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| But I won’t die, it isn’t my time,
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| Here is a part of me,
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| Up on the deck, 'neath the failing light
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| Sinking into the sea
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| There in the darkness, I felt it was too late,
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| I saw my father swept away,
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| Just like my lover, who sipped beneath the sheets,
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| Into the water, rippling
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| Under the light that keeps me awake,
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| Call out to the sea,
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| That takes me in and holds me tight,
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| But I cannot breathe,
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| If the fates align, it isn’t my time,
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| More than a part of me,
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| Under the deck, submerged in the night,
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| Carried away in the stream silently. |