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Oceans of time, a starlit night,
Deep calls unto deep.
A train in the distance, hidden from sight,
Soon I'll surrender to sleep.
Mournful and low, the whistle sighs,
Piercing my heart with its calm.
Deep in the night, my soul will rise,
Singing a psalm.
Seven years on, now what is the sound
Of moonlight on the bay?
Wait for the light in the hours before dawn
Wait for the breaking of day.
Mournful and low, the highway moans,
Piercing my heart with its calm.
Deep in the night here on my own,
Singing a psalm.
Well I'm lost in a dream on this midsummer night
By the light of a wandering star.
It matters not who we are...
Oceans of time, a starlit night,
Deep calls unto deep.
A train in the distance, hidden from sight,
Soon I'll surrender to sleep.
Copyright 2010 by William K. Ferro
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