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Where the land ends and the pirate moon reigns |
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Let's go there and never come back again |
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White crosses stand against the silken black |
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Let's stay and never come back |
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On driftwood thrones |
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Just a saint in rose land, tin fingers on clay hands |
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Go harvest with nets, ploughs of the sand |
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Watch the sea part, makes a holy path |
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Towards the mount, crowned with stone and glass |
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On driftwood thrones |
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Where the land ends and the pirate moon reigns |
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Let's go there and never come back again |
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White crosses stand against the silken black |
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Let's stay and never come back |
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On driftwood thrones |
