Endless days
A sleepless dawn
A short day
The only light, machine’s light
Across my sea, the view’s so lonely dear Amelia
My eyes drift ever lower
Now she’s in the dark beside me
But she’s not nearing any closer
Trust there and back you’ll make it boy
That you’ll have her and that you’ll hold her
But you’ll never see dawn’s perfect light
If you don’t believe you already know her
Make dawn’s light old boy, she’s nearer now
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