Often these dreams I'm standing on the shore
Looking out on the glittering body of the sea
Wondering how I'll ever get out there
To that island hovering just above
The cloudy edge of things
And wondering why I would want
To go there so much and how
I'll find a boat to take me there
Or an old man who speaks the language
And can lead me to the little town
Where I must have been born
To my first family and friends
Wondering who I can be to them
Curious stranger so long gone
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