| Here one can hear the call of the sea
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| While a deadwhite moonlight
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| Is creating the ultimate unlight
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| Or at night, or at night…
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| O sad and beautiful night
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| Full of melancholy
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| When the silent dark waters
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| Are inviting the lonely souls
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| Of mounting lost ones… like me Of mounting lost ones… like me Here once I could hear the bell toll
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| Here once I led a life
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| My home was build… before the cruel
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| Water came
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| May be the death fish washed on the shore
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| With their cold eyes have catched a Glimp — a glimp.
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| Of my forever lost village
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| Do I hear my ancestors call:
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| Oh beautiful and cruel lost,
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| Forever lost — dark medieval times
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| Drowned land of saeftinge —
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| Drowned land of saeftinge
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| Here once I could hear the bell toll,
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| Here once I Had a life, my home was build…
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| Here one can hear the call of the sea
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| Oh my drowned land
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| Mijn verdronken land van saeftinge…
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| Saeftinge — saeftinge — saeftinge
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| Forever lost, forever lost… |