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Sailing heartspis through broken harbours
Ou ton the waves in the night
Still the searcher must ride the dark horse
Racinig alone in his fright.
Tell me why, tell me why
Is it hard to make arrangements with yourself,
When your old enough to repay
but young enough to sell?
Tell me lies later, come and see me
I'll be around for a while.
I am lonely but you can free me
All in the way that you smile
