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WHERE THE WHALES SLEEP

By Jade, the Son of Jack

Swift it fares me away,

that midnight tide to places deep.

Lost are my cares for the world behind me,

I yearn now to wander where the whales sleep.


Call to me not,

too far I shall be.

Though I weep for our parting,

my tears become the sea.


 
 

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