| When tides at ease on the evening breeze
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| And the scarlet moon starts its gentle rise
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| The drowsy whale spouts a misty trail
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| And the stars gather slowly in the skies
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| These are the times when I know
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| How alone one can be
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| And I yearn to go once again
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| Back to my girl down in Port of Spain
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| On some distant shore as I walk the sand
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| And watch the lovers meet
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| They stand in the moonlight hand in hand
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| With the surf breaking over their feet
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| These are the times when I know
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| How alone one can be
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| And I yearn to go once again
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| Back to my girl down in Port of Spain
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| In Mandalay at a gay cafe
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| In the wee little hours of morn
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| When guitars and violins end their play
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| With a hymn to the goddess of dawn
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| These are the times when I know
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| How alone one can be
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| And I yearn to go once again
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| Back to my girl down in Port of Spain |