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Now as the early light is catching the folds |
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Black lace and satin wrapped, wrapped up against her face |
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She turns her frozen steps that break the frost and cold |
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Beyond the misty bay, still sleeping to the east |
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"Too many miles", she hears the seabirds call |
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Her captain's ship, she waits for wind and sail |
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Below the breaking point the tide will ebb and fall |
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The storm is silent now, as silent as the dawn |
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Above the rocks and cliffs she watches all the while |
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She waits for distant sails that never will return |
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"Too many miles", she hears the seabirds call |
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Her captain's ship, she waits for wind and sail |
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Below the breaking point the tide will ebb and fall |
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The storm is silent now, as silent as the dawn |
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"Too many miles", she hears the seabirds call |
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Her captain's ship, she waits for wind and sail |
