The storm has raged here for hours,
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the water's plunging in on me
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The remains of my creation
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is swallowed slowly down
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by the troubled sea
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into unconsecrated ground
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gone eternally, gone eternally
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Feeder of my visions,
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carrier of my soul
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The last hope for the dreamers,
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now crashing to the shore,
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pinioned and torn
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In presumption and with my foolish pride
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I challenged the storm, I challenged the storm
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I'm the sole survivor,
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the only one left alive
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Now my limbs seem to fail me
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and time has blurred my mind
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I'm doomed to this fate
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The deal has already been signed
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and the hour's getting late
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The hour's getting late, much too late
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The Old Man and The Sea
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