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On every
When you tell them what I cannot say
when you just shine the ghosts along my way
I drop the game of knives alone
there must be marks on tree
the past to our home

Only the mayfly used to me so
now here is august, drop your weight, let go
now midnight sun takes turns with lights
I ever have to feel what those blades were about?

In that sound of sighing, that howl
and all the everloving bends in the line of tries
some ends forgotten and some others
whatever happened to the boy is now a for the seas
when you know youre young
like the wither to become
and free,
its all ever be

I dont remember where i learned to
but I am for the rocks when I try
and somehow I am onto the waves
now with you I the sun and the salt on my face

In that sound of sighing, that empty
and all the bends in the line of your tries
some ends forgotten and some others
whatever happened to the boy is now a tale for the
you know youre already young
like the wither to become
and free,
its all well be