Two ghosts at sea
Search for a sailing breeze
Two fill their hands
With grains of fallen sand

Above the sand and endless green they float
Translucent shrouds in need of winds to blow

And if the sea
By a blinding light [?]
They'll have to hide under the surging tide

Where cold white faces manifold themselves
And brittle bodies press on broken shells

Time can fly
Let sleeping dogs lie
Time can fly
Let sleeping dogs lie
Time can fly

Time can fly
Let sleeping dogs lie

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Time can fly
Lеt sleeping dogs lie
Time can fly
Let sleeping dogs liе
Time can fly

Time can fly
Let sleeping dogs lie