sailing heart-ships through broken harbours
out on the waves in the night
still the searcher must ride the dark horse
racing alone in his fright
tell me why, tell me why
is it hard to make arrangements with yourself
when you're old enough to repay but young enough to sell?
tell me lies later
come and see me
ill be around for a while
i am lonely but
you can free me
all in the way you smile
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