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When you just tell them what I cannot sayWhen you just shine upon the ghosts along my way I drop the game of throwing knives aloneThere must be marks on every tree from the past to ourhome O n l y the mayfly used to tell me soNow here is August drop your weight, just let go Now midnight sun takes turns with northern lightsand will I ev er have to feel what those blades were about?And in that sound of sighingthat emp ty howland all the e v e r l o v i n g bends in the line of your triesSome ends f o r g o t t e n and some others believe whatever happened to theboy is now a tale for the seasWhen you know you're al - ready young like the grass wither to be -comea - gain and f r e eIt's all we'll e v e rbe(Hum like you mean it!) I don't remember where I learned to divebut I am humble for the rocks when I tryand somehow I am lowered onto the wavesandnow with you I feel the sun and the salt on my faceSome ends f o r g o t t e n and someothers believe like the grass wither to be -(More humming) The tired motion of the rusty belljust humming, "v i s i t o r Iquit, go to hell" I've been the tower but now walk alonethere must be marks on every page from the pat to these songslike the grass f r e e It's all we'll e v e r be