| A haze of smoke rises in a leaden sky
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| It was dawn when I awoke
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| Picked up my things and said goodbye
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| A whistle blows, you look up and I am gone
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| Where I’m bound I do not know
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| The morning came for leaving
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| I will travel in shifting sands
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| Write my name in water
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| Subdue the tongue
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| Carve an image in passing clouds
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| Watch it drift and scatter
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| And as the evening closes in
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| At nine fifteen
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| We pulled up beside the quay
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| Into some town I’ve never seen
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| I am a stranger here and
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| I will travel in shifting sands
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| Write my name in water
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| Subdue the tongue
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| (Carve an image in passing clouds
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| Watch it drift and scatter
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| I will travel in shifting sands
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| Write my name in water
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| Subdue the tongue
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| Subdue the tongue |