Will the rose in all their learning Turning brightness to day Spur the horns of discerning Scout the world along the way And in their firm terms of warning They return to the sea And at the first sign of morning They beat on his disease So they wail As their lies warn them Not to fail in the harness Not to fall at the shore They are lost where the robe is Sailors on southern more And though they wail with the bonemen Farther there somewhere inside It doesn't show nights are warning Beggars change so you'll burn So they go There's no way through there to show In bar ways under Not to fail in the harness Not to rage at the shore Not to rail in the darkness When surrounded by roar When to know there's a river Some of them walk Some of them fall In the wars they (Fade)
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