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Hmmm.... husband in training, relocated myself just to cope, bored bored bored.
I wonder what it's like out there...
Where the sea meets the sky,
And drips off the edge of the earth.
The sound of porpoises falls onto the stars.
The deepness of the waves surrounds every movement.
Like a petal blowing in the breeze,
The sunlight flutters to the shore
And suddenly flees back to her home,
On the edge of the world.
What is it like out there?
What does it smell like, can you taste it?
Is it sweet?
Is it silent?
When you sail to the horizon,
At the edge of life,
Who is there?
What can you see?
When you sleep in the crest of the yawning sea,
Do you dream?
What is it like in the horizon's beginning?
How far can you go till it comes to an end?
I wonder what it's like out there...
Where the sea meets the sky,
And drips off the edge of the earth.
The sound of porpoises falls onto the stars.
The deepness of the waves surrounds every movement.
Like a petal blowing in the breeze,
The sunlight flutters to the shore
And suddenly flees back to her home,
On the edge of the world.
What is it like out there?
What does it smell like, can you taste it?
Is it sweet?
Is it silent?
When you sail to the horizon,
At the edge of life,
Who is there?
What can you see?
When you sleep in the crest of the yawning sea,
Do you dream?
What is it like in the horizon's beginning?
How far can you go till it comes to an end?