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They stood upon the deck |
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As the ship went out to sea. |
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The wind it took the sails |
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And left the land a memory. |
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All upon the shore for |
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To wonder why the sailor goes. |
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All to close their eyes |
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And wonder what the sailor knows. |
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That is you to them, |
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That is how they think you are. |
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Never on the land, |
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But sailing by the North Star. |
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To the tower and to the ravens |
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And the tale that hopes they'll never leave. |
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What if they should go? |
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We always dread to think of them. |
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I wonder if they flew one day |
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And no-one ever knew they'd gone |
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To circle over ships at sea, |
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Claiming yet another son. |
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That is you to me, |
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That is where I think you are. |
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Never on the land, |
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But gone to find the North Star. |
