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mary star of the sea
rooms full of salt
fault my pluck
and a poets charm so far, ever far
little stars that burn the holes in my soul
and everything just feels like rain
the road we're on
the things we crave
and everything just feels like rain
the nights i sleep
what's left to dream
when everything feels like rain
drift as i dive
find the deep
out of reach of all light
stars, ever far
listless tides along the changing shore
and everything just feels like rain
the road we're on
the things we crave
and everything just feels like rain
if i should sleep
what's left to dream
when everything feels like rain
lovely
gald u
wrote it :*) .