Wherever you are
You shall be my star
Flashing near or smouldering far
I am happy when I bask
In your light, all I ask
Is that you may bask
In mine and hear the sound
Of every salty faunt
Fresh as fresh is found
Singing without tears
Clinging without fears
These the good years
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