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Slow, we paddle through the lake |
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Straight to the very center of the darkest water |
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Where we can embrace the shadows on the surface |
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The eyes that look up lifeless from our twins below |
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And though your arms and legs are under |
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Love will be the echo in your ears when all is lost and plunder |
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My love will be there still |
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True, it's chilling to behold |
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Up close we stumble backwards laughing in our boats |
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Till the image sinks away to someplace far but certain |
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A land of mere suspension where someday we must go |
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And though your arms and legs are under |
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Love will be the echo in your ears when all is lost and plunder |
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My love will be there still |
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Though your arms and legs are under |
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Love will be the echo in your ears when all is lost and plunder |
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My love will be there still |