Darling, don't you understand
That there are no winners
Metals rung from silken strands
To greet you at the finish
As we're dissolving into the sea
I can only take what I can carry
The counsel's combing through our debris
The treasures we never buried
My love why do you run?
through
there
slightest
understand
silken
selfless
pretend
strands
debris
coldest
winter
people
combing
break
buried
numbers
dissolving
change
darling
never
carry
metals
finish
friends
winners
greet
treasures
though
helpless
leaves
splinter
hands
always
night
place
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