flowers from fields they come to a burial that's why our mothers, they can't sleep enough seagulls come to shore, to your father he's standing on the edge right back to the dawn colours and glimpse had gone to the catacombs that's why our mothers, our mothers, they can't sleep enough open your gates to the shore open your gates to the shore seagulls come to shore, to your father he's standing on the edge right back to the dawn open your gates to the shore open your gates to the shore
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