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THE HURRICANE (HAMMERS ON THE SHORE)
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The harbor lights have long gone out,
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the town is sound asleep.
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Likes omens underneath a moon,
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the waves crash on the beach.
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The restless clouds are circling
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like birds of prey in flight.
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And Nature lifts an angry hand,
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poised and set to strike.
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And every man will know the power
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that marked the planet's 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 planet's birth.
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The hurricane, the hurricane
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returns us to the earth...
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The harbor lights have long gone out,
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submerged beneath 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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Nature's 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 passed.
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While on the sand a child walks
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and kicks at bits of glass...
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THE HURRICANE (HAMMERS ON THE SHORE)
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| Peter Schilling |
