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| how the lights have long gone out
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| the town is sound asleep
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| like omens underneath the moon
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| the waves crash on the beach
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| the restless clouds are circling
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| likebirds of pray in flight
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| and nature lifts an angry hand
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| posed and set to strike
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| and every man will know the power
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| that marked the planets birth
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| the hurricane, the hurricane
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| returns us to the Earth
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| no man-made shelter strong enough
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| to stop the raging tide
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| the storm relentless in its quest
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| to conquer and divide
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| what has stood a hundred years
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| awakens to the roar
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| as the waves come pounding down
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| like hammers on the shore
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| and every man will know the power
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| that marked the planets birth
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| the hurricane, the hurricane
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| returns us to the Earth
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| the harbour lights have long gone out
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| submerged benieth the waves
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| the moon attends the final rites
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| above the ocean grave
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| while restless clouds still circle 'round
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| like birds of prey in flight
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| natures hand all quiet and still
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| retreats before the light
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| the hurricane is over now
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| the storm has finally past
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| while on the sand a child walks
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| and kicks at bits of glass |