| You were my bed floating on the sea
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| Under the sun and the driftwood clouds
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| So far away
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| You were my rest, were my highs and lows
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| Back in the days of the windfall light
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| Where are you now
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| Those were the days of longing, grand summers of my life
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| Undying and fabulous
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| You were my light on a sacred ground
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| Nourishing me and consuming me
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| My totem pole, a verse engraved
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| In timeless stone and listless grey
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| My joyless blood, my bloodless joy
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| My life
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| Forgotten voices from so far away forever carrying me
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| Through all these years have they slept in the shade
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| Of my sanctuary
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| Just like a face looking from a crowd, from long ago or yesterday
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| Where are you now
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| Just like a ghost still haunting, commemorating me to
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| Return one day, relive one day, awake one day
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| My energy, my origin, my poetry
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| Forgotten voices from so far away forever carrying me
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| Through all these years have they slept in a room of my memory
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| Forgotten pictures from days long ago in a book made of stone
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| Through all these years have they slept in my heart
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| In my sanctuary
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| So many times I was frozen inside
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| From the cold that beats in the heart of everyone
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| But there are moments of grace I find my peace
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| In the words burried in the heart made of stone |