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Out where the stones lay like bones by the ocean |
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Out where the waves crash contempt on the land |
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Someone was trembling for fear of the tempest |
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Somebody silently reached for their hand |
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Said, understand that if you're cold |
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I'll keep you warm |
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And besides, there's so much beauty in a storm |
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So come down with me to the shore |
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And what's more, |
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I adore you |
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So tell me, what is there to fear |
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You think some seraph up above is trying to rob us of our love |
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Because the sky's not clear |
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My dear, you know there's not |
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Now listen to the rain upon the rooftop |
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But the wind picked up |
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Out where the stones stand up like thrones beside the ocean |
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Out where the waves make a grave of the sea |
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The lovers struggled in the middle of the tempest |
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And water angrily crawled up onto the beach |
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Said, hold my hand and stay with me |
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We'll be released |
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But the tide clung like an anchor to her feet |
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And though he tried to make the water line recede |
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It pulled her out into the sea |
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He could not break apart the waves to bring her safely back in |
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He watched her hand break through the surface once |
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Then disappear again |
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Forever wait inside the sea for my, my dear |
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I hear you |
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You speak in every curling wave |
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And sing in every violent breeze |
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Someday not far away from here |
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My dear, I swear |
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I'll see you |
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And we will hear the seraphs cry |
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For they will still envy you and |
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I How they envied you and |
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I How they envied you and |
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I How they envied you and |
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