Lyrics:
to find ourselves once more In the flyleaves and the end-papers of every book we've ever read before Hoisting sails hand over hand Set a course for
this place And I think of the vaults And all the tunnels underneath the city And of the F-holes in the upright bass And of the end-papers The clear
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