I saw it again this evening,
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Black sail in a pale yellow sky
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And just as before in a moment,
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It was gone where the grey gulls fly
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If it should happen again I shall worry
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That only a strange ship could fly
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And my sanity scans the horizon
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In the light of a darkening sky
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That night as I walked in my slumber
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I walked into the sea strand
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And I swam with the moon and her lover
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Until I lost sight of the land
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I swam till the night became morning
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Black sea in the reddening sky
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Found myself on the deck on a rolling ship
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So far where no grey gulls fly
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All around me was silence
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As if mocking my frail human hopes
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And a question mark hung in the canvas
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For the wind that had died in the ropes
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I may have slept for an hour
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I may have slept for a day
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For a woke in a bed of white linen
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And the sky was the colour of clay
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At first just a rustle of canvas
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And the gentlest breath on my face
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But a galloping line of white horses
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Said that soon we were in for a race
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The gentle sigh turned to a howling
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And the grey sky she angered to black
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And my anxious eyes searched the horizon
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With the gathering sea at my back
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Did I see the shade of a sailor
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On the bridge through the wheelhouse pane
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Held fast to the wheel of the rocking ship
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As I squinted my eyes in the rain
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For the ship had turned into the wind
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Against the storm to brace
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And underneath the sailor's hat
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I saw my father's face
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If a prayer today is spoken
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Please offer it for me
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When the bridge to heaven is broken
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And you've lost on the wild wild sea
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Lost on the wild wild sea...
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The Wild Wild Sea
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| Sting |
