| Send some friendboats made from wood bones
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| For all that I have known has rowed away from this coast
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| And carve me a mask from the safety of their decks
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| And make me a dress from their masts
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| For I have never known such missing of that breaking water
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| No, I have never known such missing of that breaking water
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| No, I have never known such missing of that breaking water
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| So when I go, please when I am gone
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| When I go, please when I am gone
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| Then burn me with their bows
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| And toss some saving golden ropes
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| To let us set anchor so far away from this coast
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| And close off this darkness with curtains of sails
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| And cast it forever into the chests of the whales
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| For I have never known such missing of that breaking water
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| No, I have never known such missing of that breaking water
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| No, I have never known such missing of that breaking water
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| So when I go, please when I am gone
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| When I go, please when I am gone
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| Then burn me with their bows |