| These islands once made their trade
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| By building ships upon the beach
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| The whole town lived along the harbor
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| To watch them carve out ships out to sea
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| With winter storms coursing through them
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| They nurtured fires on through the night
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| The beacons on the highest clifftops
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| Would tempt in ravaged ships with their light
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| While bodies lay across the rocks
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| They salvaged cargo to the shore
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| The empty hull now in still waters
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| Was a ship they built here the year before
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| And standing here, these places hide all their times
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| And standing here, these places hide all their times
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| And standing here, these places hide all their times
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| And standing here, these places hide all their times
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| And standing here, these places hide all their times
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| And standing here, these places hide all their times
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| And standing here, these places hide all their times
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| And standing here, these places hide all their times |