Bono don't go away
So low is the sun, here you're okay
The tide will turn, the water churn
Sand will burn, and lie flat the same.
Dear Bono, don't go astray
Even though I mayn't say
your foam-beaten sails, are worth all these wails
I know you you won't be here
upon turn of day
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