| Somewhere between the shades of grey
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| Where the sky meets the ocean
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| Invisible steel kissed the waves
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| Here it comes through the rain
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| Watching alone for birds of prey
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| Flying high out of the sunset
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| The picket patrol scans and waits
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| For a sign overhead
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| Cutting the spray she pitched and rolled
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| Unaware that she was chosen
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| Minutes away, the devil’s own
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| Had her marked from the rest
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| Here silicon heart hummed below
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| Careful eyes checked the readings
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| Deep in the dark, machines aglow
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| But nothing showed on the screens
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| Somewhere between the shades of grey
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| Where the sky meets the ocean
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| Invisible steel kissed the waves
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| Here it comes through the rain |