Here one can hear the call of the sea
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While a deadwhite moonlight
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Is creating the ultimate unlight
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Or at night, or at night...
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O sad and beautiful night
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Full of melancholy
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When the silent dark waters
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Are inviting the lonely souls
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Of mounting lost ones... like me
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Of mounting lost ones... like me
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Here once I could hear the bell toll
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Here once I led a life
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My home was build... before the cruel
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Water came
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May be the death fish washed on the shore
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With their cold eyes have catched a
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Glimp - a glimp..
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Of my forever lost village
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Do I hear my ancestors call:
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Oh beautiful and cruel lost,
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Forever lost - dark medieval times
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Drowned land of saeftinge -
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Drowned land of saeftinge
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Here once I could hear the bell toll,
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Here once I
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Had a life, my home was build...
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Here one can hear the call of the sea
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Oh my drowned land
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Mijn verdronken land van saeftinge...
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Saeftinge - saeftinge - saeftinge
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Forever lost, forever lost...
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(Het Verdronken Land Van) Saeftinge
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Ancient Rites |