| «Let me in,» the voice cried softly
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| From outside the wooden door
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| Scattered remnants of the ship could be seen in the distance
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| Blood stained the icy wall of the shore
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| «I'm the only one left
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| The storm took them all,»
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| He managed as he tried to stand
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| The tears ran down his face
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| «Please, it’s cold»
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| When he woke, there was no trace of the ship
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| Only the dawn was left behind by the storm
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| He felt the creaking of the stairs beneath him
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| That rose, from the sea to the door
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| There was a sound at the window then
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| The captain started (His breath was still)
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| Slowly, he turned
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| From behind the edge of the windowsill
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| There appeared the delicate hand of a child
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| His face was flushed and timid
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| He stared at the captain through frightened eyes
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| The captain reached for something to hold on to
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| «Help me,» he whispered, as he rose slowly to his feet
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| The boy’s face went pale
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| He recognized the sound
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| Silently, he pulled down the shade against the shadow
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| Lost in the doorstep of the empty house
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| I’m trying to find my way home
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| And I’m sorry
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| And I miss you
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| I miss you
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| I’ve grown taller now
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| I want the police to be notified
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| But I swear, with this song, I’ll make it up to you
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| I’ll make it up to you
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| I’ll make it up to you
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| I miss you
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| I miss you
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| Ah, I miss you
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| I miss you |