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Nineteen Nine

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There's a light out there in the nearer east     In the dawn of Nineteen Nine;     Theres the old ghost light in the salty yeast     Where the black rocks meet the brine.     Heres the same old strife and toil in vain,     Heres the same old hope and doubt,     Heres the same old useless care and pain,     And the sea is my way out,     My dear,     The sea is my way out.     Tis a grey and a sad old sea for me,     With a growing grey head too.     Oh, the heads were brown and the eyes were bright     When the sea was white and blue.     It was round the world and home again,     We could turn and turn about,     And the sea means exile now in vain,     But the sea is my way out,     My dear,     The sea is my way out.

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