Urge down life's slow rise - in awe.
Forget, for all is vain, and bless the wind's turns
And I can't come back - from that foolish storm
And I won't come back - I've swallowed too much sun
No one knows it – they fake it
But your lives will sink down
Outside where kings fall, the ships flow,
and the waves break madly for you.
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