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words flow like waves to the shore.
my skiff plunges to and fro,
fighting to prove it can make it,
make it to the shore.
the light from the lighthouse
swings around the harbor
offering calmer seas and safety,
safety at the lighthouse.
speak to me, beckoning shore
tell me i'm close
near to the harbor and the arms,
the embracing arms of the shore.
my skiff plunges to and fro,
fighting to prove it can make it,
make it to the shore.
the light from the lighthouse
swings around the harbor
offering calmer seas and safety,
safety at the lighthouse.
speak to me, beckoning shore
tell me i'm close
near to the harbor and the arms,
the embracing arms of the shore.