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Mermaid sits on a Siwash Rock in the harbour |
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watching the children play |
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Every day, sun or rain |
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Old man kneels to the earth to pray |
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for the rain and the stars and the cars at the heart |
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A dark and windy Vancouver |
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A black day in December |
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She sees the worst is yet to come |
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A big wave on the horizon |
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The first wind blowing in |
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Left Stanley's soldiers felled and broken |
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Old man kneels to the earth in his mother's garden |
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Where his own father was laid |
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Every day, sun or rain |
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Mermaid sits on her rock and she prays |
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For the salmon in the sea, for the winged in the trees |
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For the old man on his knees |
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For the beauty in the park, and the cars at the heart |
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Her own sisters and her brothers |
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And ten thousand friends and lovers |
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A black day in December. |
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Mermaid sits on a tide washed rock in the harbour |
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where the Blue Heron would lay |
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Everyday sun or rain |
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old friends fall to the earth and decay |
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With the city by the sea |
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Sweet brine in the breeze |
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And the mountains watching over her Vancouver |
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A black day in December |