| I sketched a portrait of him
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| From memory
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| His hands
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| His eyes
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| Like I could bring 'em back to life
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| Displeased
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| I ripped it in half
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| And walked the pieces of
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| The wind of stern carried 'em back to me
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| From my sailboat I could see
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| Two paper wings hover over me
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| From stem to stern
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| And ear to ear
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| I knew that you were everywhere
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| With brush and canvas
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| I’ll crush my sadness
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| And paint those paper wings
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| Like sails upon my back
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| And fly like an angel of the sea
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| Beside my sailor king
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| The captain of a wise and selfless heart
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| From my sailboat I could see
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| Two paper wings hover over me
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| From stem to stern
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| And ear to ear
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| I knew that you were everywhere
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| From my sailboat I could see
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| Dark blooming clouds hover over me
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| A flash of light
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| A gust of wind
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| Will bring me to my love again
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| When the winds pick up
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| Fall off, fall off, fall off
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| Fuel the loving canvas
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| Fall off, fall off, fall off
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| Trim the jib and reef the main
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| The nearing gale is closing in
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| Singing in the rigging
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| Fall off, fall off, fall off
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| From my sailboat I can see
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| Glorious waves of memory
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| As the waves rage over me
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| With you, my love
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| On the wings of the sea |