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My mind
Across the stormy seas
Where the tears flee
After they’ve rolled down my cheek
Over the horizon
Where the sun sinks
Where night is day
There is a bay
A house
With a red roof
A porch swing sways
There I lay
Taking in the breeze
Where the tears flee
After they’ve rolled down my cheek
Over the horizon
Where the sun sinks
Where night is day
There is a bay
A house
With a red roof
A porch swing sways
There I lay
Taking in the breeze
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