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last night I dreamed I slept |
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in a the crook of your arm |
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when I awoke, I was just |
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a rocking boat on the ocean of dawn |
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I am sailing carefully |
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through a sea of blinking eyes |
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with compass maps and charts to plot |
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when yours will look on mine |
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the north wind tastes like freedom |
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and the south a salty skin of a man |
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and I'm praying for sight of land |
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there are days when the mere want of your face |
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hits me like stormy gales |
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oh could the darkness know just |
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how lovely she'd glow if the moon would prevail |
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still I keep my sails at mast |
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but sometimes I don't know what for |
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I fear the wind won't come to carry me |
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to that blessed shore |
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but each red blinking sunset |
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looks like home swallowing despair |
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so I'm following it there |
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here I can see all these beautiful colors |
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as they hand on the clouds |
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and welcome the stars |
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and know one day we will watch them together |
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but for now I pray for you |
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that they're just as beautiful there |
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where you are |
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the sea brings joy and longing |
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the wind sorrow and peace |
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the sky brings retribution |
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and the branch of an olive tree |
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so I will keep my eyes on the horizon |
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and my face to the wide open blue |
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as I'm sailing on to you |
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I will keep my eyes on the horizon |
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and my face to the wide open blue |
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as I'm sailing on to you |
