.Lit up like a Christmas tree, the oil refinery glows in the night;
And down by the shoreline the seagulls fly white, against the black.
The great moon riding shotgun - rolling out across the veil of clouds,
And you were small, and lying awake listening to the noises in the house.
Wit.
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