| The orange sun that warmed our day
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| becomes an oval as it sinks into the bay
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| we used to marvel at how fast it slips away
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| without a fight, so comes the night
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| So come the waves across the sand
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| so came the tides of time
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| erasing what we’d planned
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| and now the wind tugs at these letters in my hand
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| the ones held tight against the night
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| Against the future looming like a cliff above me
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| against the memories colliding below
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| the hardest lesson that this tide is washing over me
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| comes a time in life the only peace we’ll know
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| is letting go
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| And so this day gives in to night
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| across the bay the clouds go scudding out of sight
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| Like us the sky clings to it’s memories of light
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| but carries on when light is gone
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| I’ve scanned these words for what they teach
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| and now I close my eyes to see behind the speech
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| I let your letters fly like seagulls from the beach
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| they float away, beyond the bay
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| beyond my reach |