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The forgotten days in the sun You miss them, but they are gone The ancient realm under the sea Don't recall when we were free You, you slave day by day You work and you pay There seems no other way For you No mystery, no joy You tinker, you toil The fruits they did spoil For you Deep, deep down below Where blood and water flow Where memory cascades Through caverns we once made |
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