| I saw it again this evening
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| Black sail in a pale yellow sky
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| And just as before in a moment
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| It was gone where the grey gulls fly
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| If it happens again I shall worry
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| That only a strange ship could fly
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| And my sanity scans the horizon
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| In the light of the darkening sky
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| That night as I walked in my slumber
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| I waded into the sea strand
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| And I swam with the moon and her lover
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| Until I lost sight of the land
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| I swam till the night became morning
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| Black sail in a reddening sky
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| Found myself on the deck of a rolling ship
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| So far where no grey gulls fly
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| All around me was silence
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| As if mocking my frail human hopes
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| And a question mark hung in the canvas
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| For the wind that had died in the ropes
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| I may have slept for an hour
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| I may have slept for a day
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| For I woke in a bed of white linen
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| And the sky was the colour of clay
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| At first just a rustle of canvas
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| And the gentlest breath on my face
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| But a galloping line of white horses
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| Said that soon we were in for a race
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| The gentle sigh turned to a howling
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| And the grey sky she angered to black
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| And my anxious eyes searched the horizon
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| With the gathering sea at my back
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| Did I see the shade of a sailor
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| On the bridge through the wheelhouse pane?
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| Held fast to the wheel of the rocking ship
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| As I squinted my eyes in the rain
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| For the ship had turned into the wind
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| Against the storm to brace
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| And underneath the sailor’s hat
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| I saw my father’s face
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| If a prayer today is spoken
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| Please offer it for me
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| When the bridge to heaven is broken
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| And you’re lost on the wild wild sea
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| And you’re lost on the wild wild sea |