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You're calling, calling
I can hear you calling
Your voices rise above the waves
They carry with the wind
You're calling, calling
I can hear you calling
No sound stops you breaking through
To reach the one you lost
You're calling, calling
I can hear you calling
To the release of their passing breath
After the last swell broke
You're calling, calling
I can hear you calling
Call, call
I can hear you call
As their soul lifts with the breeze
And shelters from the seas
Call, call
To the one you love
To the beauty of their eyes
In the star showered skies
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