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Oct 2015
Anchor down,
Anchor down.
Let us leave on Friday;
Leave this town.

And what the sea wants, the sea shall have.

Neatly abandoned,
A thin green line below the sky.

Just give me rolling white,
Give me the roar and drenched faces,
Give me the roses,
Give me no horizon and a thousand miles.

And what the sea wants, the sea shall have.
https://soundcloud.com/wingless-night/the-roar
Nic Evennett
Written by
Nic Evennett  Kent, UK
(Kent, UK)   
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