| Under the dog-star sail
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| Over the reefs of moonshine
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| Under the skies of fall
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| North-north-west, the stones of Faroe
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| Under the Arctic fire
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| Over the seas of silence
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| Hauling on frozen ropes
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| For all my days remaining
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| Would north be true?
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| Why should I, why should I cry for you?
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| All colours bleed to red
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| Asleep on the ocean’s bed
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| Drifting in empty seas
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| For all my days remaining
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| Would north be true?
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| Why should I, why should I cry for you?
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| Dark angels follow me
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| Over a godless sea
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| Mountains of endless fog
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| For all my days remaining
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| What would be true?
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| Sometimes I see your face,
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| The stars seem to lose their place
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| Why must I think of you?
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| Why must I? |
| Why should I?
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| Why should I cry for you?
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| Why would you want me to?
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| And what would it mean to say,
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| 'I loved you in my fashion?'
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| What would be true?
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| Why should I, why should I cry for you?
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| Why should I cry? |