(Fisher / Reid)
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We'll hoist a hand, becalmed upon a troubled sea
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'Make haste to your funeral,' cries the Valkyrie
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We'll hoist a hand or drown amidst this stormy sea
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'Here lies a coffin,' cries the cemetery, it calls to me
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And all for nothing quite in vain was hope forever tossed
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No thoughts explained, no moments gained, all hope forever lost
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One moment's space, one moment's final fall from grace
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Burnt by fire, blind in sight, lost in ire
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We'll hoist a hand, becalmed upon a troubled sea
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I fear a mighty wave is threatening me
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We'll hoist a hand, or drown amidst this stormy sea
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'Come follow after,' cry the humble, 'You will surely see...'
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But still for nothing quite in vain was hope forever tossed
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No moments gained, no thoughts explained, all hope forever lost
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One moment's space, one moment's final fall from grace
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Burnt by fire, blind in sight, lost in ire
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The Wreck Of The Hesperus
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| Procol Harum |
