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2022-12-23 ¿ÀÈÄ 10:18:56 |
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The Wild Wild Sea -Music&Words by Sting
I saw it again this evening, Black sail in a pale yellow sky And just as before in a moment, It was gone where the grey gulls fly
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If it happens again I shall worry That only a strange ship could fly And my sanity scans the horizon In the light of a darkening sky.
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That night as I walked in my slumber I waded into the sea strand And I swam with the moon and her lover Until I lost sight of the land
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I swam till the night became morning Black sail in a reddening sky Found myself on the deck of a rolling ship So far where no grey gulls fly
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All around me was silence As if mocking my frail human hopes And a question mark hung in the canvas For the wind that had died in the ropes
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I may have slept for an hour I may have slept for a day For I woke in a bed of white linen And the sky was the colour of clay
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At first just a rutle of canvas And the gentlest breath on my face But a galloping line of white horses Said that soon we were in for a race
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The gentle sigh turn to a howling And the grey sky she angered to black And my anxious eyes searched the horizon With the gathering sea at my back ºÎµå·± ¼û¼Ò¸®´Â ¿ÜħÀ¸·Î º¯ÇÏ°í ȸ»ö ÇÏ´ÃÀº ¼ºÀ» ³»¸ç °Ë°Ô º¯ÇÏ³× µîµÚ·Î´Â ¼º³ ¹Ù´Ù°¡ ¼Ú¾Æ¿Ã¶ú°í ³» ´«Àº ÃÊÁ¶ÇÏ°Ô ÁöÆò¼±À» »ìÆ캸¾Ò³×
Did I see the shade of a sailor On the bridge through the wheelhouse pane Held fast to the wheel of the rocking ship As I squinted my eyes in the rain
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For the ship had turned into the wind Against the storm to brace And underneath the sailor's hat I saw my father's face
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If a prayer today is spoken Please offer it for me When the bridge to heaven is broken And you're lost on the wild wild sea Lost on the wild wild sea...
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