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and i greet you from the other side of sorrow and despair |
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with that love so vast and shattered it will reach you everywhere |
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and i sing this for the captain whose ship has not been built |
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for the mother in confusion her cradle still unfilled |
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for the heart with no companion |
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for the soul without a king |
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for the prima ballerina |
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who cannot dance to anything |
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through the days of shame that are coming through the night of wild distress |
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though your promise counts for nothing you must keep it nonetheless |
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you must keep it for the captain whose ship has not been built |
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for the mother in confusion her cradle still unfilled |
