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In the burning days |
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Of unnatural light |
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I took a long drive |
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Into the evening |
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On the barracks road |
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past the generals' eyes |
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down to the seawall |
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where the waves stand by |
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The enormous lull |
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then the roar in the sky |
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and then the searchlights |
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over the airfield |
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And over the ocean |
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winging low |
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I saw the first wave |
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and the flares that fall |
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like fireflies |
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on the islands |
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In the boom and swell |
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from the waves to the heights |
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reverberations |
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of our old lives |
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Like a golden bell |
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that would ring through the night |
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and then the front moves |
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and we raise our eyes |
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in the silence of the islands |
