.You can't walk through the Isle of the Dead,
you can't lie still in the guest house bed,
there's a pair of black eyes staring down at you
from the mountain top, through your window,
The bunks are empty, your mates are gone, breakfast lasts an hour long,
O warm bread, drawn tea, t.
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