Shove me out to see The sea The quiet of December To the deep I turn From the wreck I bless This mess From what I can remember Your ghost I burn Why do I always feel Like I'm waiting to begin Lay me down this sound Unbound The birds of spring returning Your ghost I burn Shall I sleep to keep This peace The winter from her leaving To the bow I run Why do I always feel Like I'm waiting to begin
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