| I’m following a sputtering spark
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| Through a curtain of fog
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| The gale is biting crackling boards
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| Splashing my self-esteem
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| I’m trying to read the course on the map
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| Compass leading astray
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| I feel I need to find a way
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| Before being shipwrecked
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| Come all aboard
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| Sighs, thoughts and worries all
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| On frantic course
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| I am following the track to windy shores
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| A song to the wind, an ode to the sea
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| Chanting snowdrops of soul
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| Allow me please to be nearer to thee
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| I’m heading towards the shores
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| The little flame you’re holding up
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| Is tracking a new path
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| Little step by little wrath
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| I am pointing my new way
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| I’m leaving spoors in the moist sands
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| Little motives of hope
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| You can see me as in dark I grope
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| Please give me your hand
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| Entwined and torn
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| Is the heart of man who lives
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| The circle of life
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| Is a journey long and unforeseen to new shores
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| A song to the wind, an ode to the sea
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| Chanting snowdrops of soul
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| Allow me please to be nearer to thee
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| I’m heading towards the shores
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| A poem to the dawn, a verse to the dusk
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| A lighthouse drawing the line
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| Your eyes and your smile have left me unmasked
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| I’m strolling on new shores |