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So I became so silent
I could no longer hear

Be bright my city of tears

I grew so tiny in all of my ways
I could no longer reach myself

Be brave my state of sake

So I became so simple at ease
When I could no longer live among the drowned

Be blessed my might of sea

Is when I became so calm
I could no longer live awake 

Be patient my need of peace

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