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The sun may stopped rising |
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Light in mornings growing |
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Horizon sky from sea dividing |
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Clouds of waves separating |
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Grey have been our days |
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For longer than one will remember |
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Not a breath of wind in weeks |
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And ages of the last rainfall |
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Yet the oars strike into the dusk |
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Steady keep the rowlocks sounding |
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Let the morning bring land or more sea |
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Into the dusk will the oars lead us |
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Grey is night |
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Grey new dawn |
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Grey the light |
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Grey light gone |
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Feel no wind |
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See no shores |
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Never shall we turn back |
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Never shall we stop |
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Let the sun stop rising |
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Moon at nights appearing |
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Clear sky between clouds flashing |
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Night from day differing |
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Grey shall be our days |
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For as long as journey remains |
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We welcome cold and rough wind |
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Into the dusk will the oars lead us |
