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? how the lights have long gone out |
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the town is sound asleep |
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like omens underneath the moon |
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the waves crash on the beach |
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the restless clouds are circling |
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likebirds of pray in flight |
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and nature lifts an angry hand |
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posed and set to strike |
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and every man will know the power |
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that marked the planets birth |
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the hurricane, the hurricane |
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returns us to the Earth |
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no man-made shelter strong enough |
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to stop the raging tide |
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the storm relentless in its quest |
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to conquer and divide |
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what has stood a hundred years |
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awakens to the roar |
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as the waves come pounding down |
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like hammers on the shore |
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and every man will know the power |
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that marked the planets birth |
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the hurricane, the hurricane |
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returns us to the Earth |
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the harbour lights have long gone out |
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submerged benieth the waves |
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the moon attends the final rites |
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above the ocean grave |
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while restless clouds still circle 'round |
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like birds of prey in flight |
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natures hand all quiet and still |
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retreats before the light |
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the hurricane is over now |
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the storm has finally past |
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while on the sand a child walks |
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and kicks at bits of glass |
