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There shines a light, from yonder island

Drawing them nearer, below the highland

Earth glides near, white birds flying

No chance to make it there, though trying

To bring their boat, across the sea

They’re looking for land, with urgency

Could this beacon guide them straight?

Perhaps, alas, it is their fate

To sail on, pondering, before sun does rise

Til then, they’ll float, under midnight skies


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