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Your ship left my island,
That place where once before you wrecked.
You went to find one where you can land.
Only big storm can bring you back.

Yet I see, away silhouette
As you smile on me beckoning.
Well, may not and your smile…
Is there for your new beginning.

Now, what there is for you in the offing?
Just little sea-gull is caring green spray for you.
May that is sign of what you been hoping
But I think, that free voyage is the best for you.

Back in my desolate island,
Your transferring point,
My ship was not finished and
So I stay here, I m not going.

Dark night found me as I was sitting on the beach
Watching you, and I couldn’t see.
And unknown cold and I started trembling
With morning sun, my lovely land
Again I will be rediscovering.