What happens when breakers die
A part a watery grave, mist to the sky
We are liquid waves on a cosmic sea
Coming and going, returning back into what we always be
A candle evaporates as it's burning
Heat and smoke into carbon and gas turning
We are dust from a distant star
In a universe where there is no near or far
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