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To live in an old shack by the sea |
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(And breathe the sweet salt air) |
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To live with the dawn and the dusk |
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The new moon and the full moon |
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The tides the wind and the rain... |
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To surf and comb the beach |
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And gather sea shells and drift-wood |
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And know the thrill of loneliness |
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And lose all sense of time |
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And be free |
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To hike over the island to the village |
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And visit the marketplace |
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And enjoy the music and the food and the people |
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And do a little trading |
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And see the great ships come and go |
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And, man, have me a ball |
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And in the evening |
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(When the sky is on fire) |
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Heaven and earth become my great open cathedral |
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Where all men are brothers |
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Where all things are bound by law |
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And crowned with love |
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Poor, alone and happy |
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I walk by the surf and make a fire on the beach |
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And as darkness covers the face of the deep |
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Lie down in the wild grass |
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And dream the dream that the dreamers dream |
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I am the wind, the sea, the evening star |
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I am everyone, anyone, no one. |