They came from the sea,
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She brought them to me
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Though I¡¯m sure they did curse her most murderous means
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Thrown on the rocks
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Broken bodies and hearts
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They washed up on the shores of our southern most parts
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What a price they had won
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Thought they barely had sought
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The green mountains that rose up above called them forth
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So they hiked to the mount
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To that high table top
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Where the view that awaited the gaze, shouted
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¡°You can do anything boy!¡±
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They came from the sea,
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She brought them to me
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Only time will show what sort of gift they will be
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In the bay down below
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On a dark, friendless bed
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Lay the vessel that carried their hopes in her breast
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Now the thrill of the swell
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They¡¯d since learnt to regret
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But the view that awaited their gaze, shouted
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¡°You can do anything boy!¡±
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They came from the sea,
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She brought them to me
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Though I¡¯m sure they did curse her most murderous means
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Good Hope
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Dear Reader |