| Islands call out to me
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| Like the highlands that I always see
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| In my dreams of home
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| I am never alone when I am there
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| Islands like so many dreams
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| Are like canyons but off the main stream
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| And there’s no one there
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| The dreamer is always alone
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| And the mighty blue ocean
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| Keeps rolling on every shore
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| Like the spirit that binds us together
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| We are so much more than islands
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| Islands belong to the sea
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| Like the dark sands of my memory
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| When the morning comes
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| They are stepping stones to the sun
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| And the mighty blue ocean
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| Keeps rolling on every shore
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| Like the spirit that binds us together
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| We are so much more than islands |