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You’re not done You just broke a bone Oh dove You’re not the one that’s gone To be ours Like the trees on our shores All tweezed The cliffs eat away at our knees On my knees I’ll be the one to tell your story, don’t say you’re sorry, you rest and heal You used to be my spear without fear, you had the will I want to give you time, give you mine, until you heal You used to speed your way through the fields, but now you’re still Soon we’ll roam There’ll be shade oncе more We’ll stray Oblivious of boats sailing home Sailing homе From Letras Mania