Well, I want to climb over blue mountains
I want to sink deep in grey seas
I want to write every thought in my head about you
Some people say sleep is from weather
Other folk say sleep's for the brave
Look not for me in this world of jackdaws sleep is my grave
We were meant to be
Maybe one and maybe three
Every time it hails, I cry
Maybe eyes are meant to see
Maybe you aren't meant for me
Every time we part, I cry
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