( Hammill )
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Lighthouses might house the key
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but can I reach the door?
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I want to walk on the sea
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so that I may better find a shore...
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but how can I ever keep my feet dry?
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I scan the horizon
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I must keep my eyes on
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all parts of me.
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Looking back on the years
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it seems that I have lost my way;
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like a dog in the night, I have run to a manger;
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now I am the stranger I stay in...ah, well.
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All of the grief I have seen
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leaves me chasing solitary peace
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but I hold experience in my head
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I'm too close to the light
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I don't think I see right
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for I blind me...
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A Plague Of Lighthouse-Keepers:(vii) (Custard's) Last Stand
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