Check out the skylark
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Riding and singing alongside
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Salt cool breeze coming from the West
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Ships and their lawlessness
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Running wild and the waves
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Wearing their bright blue summer best
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Here come the sailors
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Marching two by two by two
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They pressed their pants
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And shined their shoes
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Aren't they strapping and deranged?
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Too long at sea makes your eyes strange
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Makes ¡®em strain
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For the vision of your youth
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Dripping castles in the sand
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I could still go there
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But my mind would be too loud
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Sun on water
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Bright colors drowning me out¡¦
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Now they're standing on the beach
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In a wild colored wind
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Sunrays stream
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Ah the pretty boys gleam
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Watching distant buoys toss
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Water rolling on the rocks
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Smoothing down the broken things
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I could still go there
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But my mind would be too loud
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Sun on water
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Bright colors drowning me out¡¦
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Rialto
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Laura Veirs |