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Wheel gull spin and glide ... you've got no place to hide |
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'Cause you don't need one |
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All along the lee shore shells lie scattered in my sin |
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Winking up like shining eyes at me, from the sea |
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Here is one like sunrise older than you know |
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It's still lying there where some careless wave |
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Forgot it long ago |
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When I awoke this morning |
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Dove beneath my floating home |
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Down below her graceful side |
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In the turning tide |
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To watch the sea fish roam |
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And there I heard a story |
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From the sailors of the Sandra Marie |
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There's another isle a days' run away from here |
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It's empty and free |
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From here to Venezuela nothing more to see |
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Than a hundred thousand islands |
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Flung like jewels upon the sea |
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For you and me |
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Sunset smells of dinner |
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Women are calling at me to end my tales |
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But perhaps I'll see you the next quiet place |
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I furl my sails |
