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With history, your grace
Falls apart, down
to me of beautiful hate
Of island chains swept with the
ripening on
The coral leis of a king

They're swept
Oh, but not

Beneath the waves of stars
The road towards
The windward
My is saved by these city lights
My is framed by the blanket of night

swept away
Oh, but not

Was I too proud to sat, or to for
Words that I knew were
Because I want to know
I didn't want to see I saw
When I looked in the

They're away
Oh, but not