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Just take a pebble and cast it to the sea, |
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Then watch the ripples that unfold into me |
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My face spills so gently into your eyes |
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Disturbing the waters of our lives |
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Shreds of our memories are lying on your grass |
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Wounded words of laughter are graveyards of the past |
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Photographs are grey and torn, scattered in your fields |
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Letters of your memories are not real |
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Wear sadness on your shoulders like a worn-out overcoat |
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In pockets creased and tattered hang the rags of your hopes |
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The daybreak is your midnight, the colours have all died |
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Disturbing the waters of our lives, |
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Of our lives, of our lives, lives, lives, lives |
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Of our lives |
