| There is a light, somewhere across the sea
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| In brilliant stride, glimmering star it seems
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| Speaking in a radiant pulse, the wondrous path in cryptic gleam
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| Glimmering star it seems
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| This is the code, oh this I know
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| Illuminate to reveal a meaning, somehow
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| This fleeting sense of purpose, it cascades
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| Dusting off the ash
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| To become, no longer afraid
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| Caught in trance, purity with vantablack, intertwined they dance
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| An ensemble, our rapture, perfect incandescence, o' sleepless sun
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| The watchful siren of perilous seas, she laughs and sinks with me
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| These stones and rope, bound to my limbs
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| Like words — never said again
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| Can we speak, through waves of sight and sound?
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| Or are we frail, like a god uncrowned
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| O' sleepless sun, this is not our time
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| O' sleepless sun, this is not our time
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| An ensemble, our rapture, perfect incandescence, o' sleepless sun
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| Still caught in trance, purity with vantablack, intertwined they dance
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| This is the code, oh this I know
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| Illuminate to reveal a meaning, somehow
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| An ensemble, our rapture, perfect incandescence, o' sleepless sun |