Save your soul It's bright with holes Rays on pinion Lay me down Our trust lies in mighty wing As we thrust ourselves into the drink Pitched boats sail and ploughmen toil To drift on and work the soil Stow your gaze Away these waves Stain reflection May we drown This is our last goodbye This is our final cry This separation of bird and bone Is an introduction to tide and lung We've resigned ourselves to soar home Despite these wayward rays
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