Under the dog star sail
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Over the reefs of moonshine
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Under the skies of fall
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North, north west, the stones of Farve
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Under the Arctic fire
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Over the seas of silence
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Hauling on frozen ropes
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For all my days remaining
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But would north be true?
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All colours bleed to red
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Asleep on the ocean's bed
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Drifting on empty seas
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For all my days remaining
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But would north be true?
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Why should I?
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Why should I cry for you?
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Dark angels follow me
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Over a godless sea
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Mountains of endless falling,
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For all my days remaining,
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What would be true?
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Sometimes I see your face,
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The stars seem to lose their place
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Why must I think of you?
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Why must I?
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Why should I?
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Why should I cry for you?
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Why would you want me to?
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And what would it mean to say,
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That, "I loved you in my fashion"?
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What would be true?
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Why should I?
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Why should I cry for you?
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Why Should I Cry For You
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| Sting |
