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I idled so far my rigging froze |
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Long night, green ligh above and below |
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I will not stop sailing though ever in mind |
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The words of my lover who died in his time |
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Sailing, sailing slow |
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Across a still ocean |
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Dark and cold |
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Sailing, sailing slow |
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To rest in the ice of a passing floe |
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At peace from drowning |
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Far out he sings |
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"What can forever but misery bring" |
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Sailing, sailing slow |
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Across a still ocean |
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Dark and cold |
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Sailing, sailing slow |
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To rest in the ice of a passing floe |
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Come closer |
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Come closer |
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No wonder waning, still on I wend |
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A thousand years trailing forgotten friends |
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All calling, all calling, reply, reply |
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Faint light in the water |
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Faint light in the sky |
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Come closer |
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Come closer |
