We are all but tides
We, who run from depth to the shore
We, who can't stand the shore anymore
We, who come back each time we break
We, who leave the shore only for depth.
Yes, we marry the Sun and love the Moon
We are cycles, sadly called infidels too soon.
We, who run from depth to the shore
We, who can't stand the shore anymore
We, who come back each time we break
We, who leave the shore only for depth.
Yes, we marry the Sun and love the Moon
We are cycles, sadly called infidels too soon.
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