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[afailtokiss]

hark, now hear the sailors cry
smell the sea and feel the sky
let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic
and when that fog horn blows i will be coming home
and when the fog horn blows i want to hear it
i don't have to fear it
and i want to rock your gypsy soul
just like way back in the days of old
and magnificently we will flow into the mystic