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The moon looks to the ocean |
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The ocean looks to the sand |
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On a dune sits a woman |
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With five roses in hand |
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And she plucks every color |
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And she counts every thorn |
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And she cries out to starlight |
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With every passing storm |
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Won't someone save me, I've been waiting here for so long |
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Please take these tears carefully |
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And write my name across your shores |
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Castaways at daybreak |
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Floating on separate scores |
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A withered rose won't save them |
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A candle burned out long ago |
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Nothing matters now, |
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Take this summer rain |
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And wash your heart |
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Magic tiresome place |
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Where you put all your fears |
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Have locked their doors |
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The moon looks to the ocean |
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The ocean looks to the sand |
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On a dune sits a woman |
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With five roses in hand |
