| So I stood on the edge of my world
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| At a place where the sky meets the sea
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| But my haven was a cauldron of bile
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| For the sea was bewitched and defiled
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| There’s a passage leads down to the shore
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| There’s a step for each day of the year
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| They are ancient but they’ve stood the test of time
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| Those who venture need have little to fear
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| So I stood on the old harbor wall
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| As some black headed gulls reeled then stalled
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| It was winter and the gulls heads had turned white
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| Like so many spellbound ermine blessed with flight
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| Surveying their enchanted domain
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| Whilst the wind howled an ancient refrain
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| So I stood on the edge of my world
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| At a place where the sky meets the sea
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| But my haven was a cauldron of bile
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| For the sea was bewitched and defiled
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| And the sea was black and swollen
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| And the sky was red and molten
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| But the tide rose and fell
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| For the moon had broke the spell |