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On a sandy bank, spending time
With a rod in my hand, that's white from the brine
A floating leaf, a spotted feather
Which one sinks first in wind and weather?
The deadliest tide, of sorrow
The deadliest tide, the undertow
Waders dug in deep, up comes the water
And if floods over my knees
Rushes in and fills my sides
My last thought is of you
In your dry home, with your dry bones
They´ll sink a ship after me
So I'll never be alone
The deadliest tide...

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