| Up here in the crows nest I am swimming through the breeze
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| One last memory from the sun as it is sinking by degrees
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| And high above the albatrosses, on the wing is light
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| And I will sing to her as she flies by
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| On this beautiful night
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| Ahead is the horizon, always changing, it stands fast
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| Far behind me are the desert islands, shipwrecks Of the past
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| And I have seen the cannons sounding in the early morning light
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| But I have left my battles for the day
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| On this beautiful night
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| Below me, all the sailors, they’re on this journey too
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| And each of us must make our unknown way upon the blue
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| So tonight we cast our worries,
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| Float Jetsam on the tide
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| And we’ll watch them echo far away
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| On this beautiful night
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| Flat earth may end
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| We may sail off the edge
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| And not be seen again
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| So I sing and hope my song will form
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| A rope of golden chords
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| So that I can rescue someone else
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| Should they fall overboard
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| Because some of us are pirates and some of us are damned
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| But all of us, need all of us to ever find the land
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| And though the passage of good hope may seem
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| Like a needles eye
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| We’re floating on tranquility
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| On this Beautiful night
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| Up here in the crows nest
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| I am swimming through the breeze
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| One last memory from the sun |