.Grey waves carve the shore, November skies are chasing
Pine trees bending low, cling their feet in the buckthorn weeds
Seagulls crying out, the wind against our faces
Eyes fixed far away, silently standing still as stone
Waiting for the fisherman
For the sailor boy
For the long.
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