You're in the grip of moon and stars,
Company that can be heaved,
The wherever you are,
That so swift you call a jail,
Behind your veil,
The saddest sun is a sailing ship,
It's sinking set by tides,
Never washes away pain,
Fills rain in pails,
Behind your veil
Hear those sea shell dreams begin,
You're paining a new canvas,
With a candle lit within,
So paint a sail,
Lift up your veil
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