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When the tempest has tossed
And my gravestone grows moss
Let a moonlit spine
Crack in time
With the rhythm of clamoring bones
Fighting to say hello

I subscribed to your philosophy
And it left me dried and thirsting
Holding my head under water
Drowning like
Dancing tango

The lines on my face
Confess hours of staring
To the golden parade of waves
Sparkling cerulean, churning
The sea that took you
Far, far away

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