blue horizon
shaloow days, blue horizon
deep nights, conquered sins
outside, inside
upside down'
under the waters a dead man drowns
over the ground
there is no noise, there is no sound
interpreting voices in the air
across the sea in a long, rebellious stare
shallow days, blue horizon
deep nights, conquered sins
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