the  net  is  broken

                 the net is broken

                 no golden fish

                 no golden sheep

                 no golden eagles

                 the net is broken

                 the ship is sunken

                 grasping hands and broken eyes

                 down down in deep waters

                 no more hands of sunshine

                 no more eyes of bread and salt

                 the ship is broken

                 the net is sunken

                 just a golden feather

                 just a golden hair

                 just a golden scale

                 is all I can bring to you

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