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When midnight calls

 

 

All moon but no stars

 

 

On our ship a swollen wave

 

 

Rocked in the blacken hush

 

 

Then whispered your calm

 

 

 

 

 

With all fish swimming

 

 

In the arms of the sea

 

 

We sailed in

 

 

The shadows of the gulls

 

 

Blue curls

 

 

Ill winds

 

 

The black of night

 

 

 

 

 

Only to be surprised by the dawn

 

 

A gentle touch of sun

 

 

The warm curve of the bay