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Oct 2013
At the hour of the dawn
When the sailors have gone
And the ship is standing
To be taken

And the cold singing breeze
Sings its changes to the seas
And the song will never
Be forsaken

But the change that has come
Will never stay here at home
And the sailors will leave
In the morning

And the girls will just cry
When the songs have passed them by
And the breeze’ll cease to try
To be pleasing

And the curvy horns of time
Will surely always deny
That there were branches to
The girls’ soft feelings

And the trees will just swing
Every morning again
Waiting for the change
To be coming

But the old men will rot
And young be forgot
And nothing will change
In the end

The same hour shall strike
Everyday every night
And nature’ll be whimpering
And moaning

Calling to proceed
To pay some more heed
To the pain of the innocent
That’re falling

The swift sea has changed
And the feeling disarranged
And songs no more mean
The same meanings

Like a hound that moves
As it looks at the moon
And the moon pretty
Just keeps smiling

And the hound then howls
Its deep lamenting growls
To night and its forgotten
Promises

And at the side of the dawn
When the pirates are alone
With their smiles and their scars
And their singing

And their cheer shall be heard
To the wind and the birds
And the air in celebration
Cheering

For nothing is lost
When happiness the cost
And happiness the prize
In winning.

The girls will dance again
To the tune of the rain
And their dresses shall flow
Like silver

With soft shining eyes
And their innocent surprise
And their bodies moving
And swaying

Like gods they shall rush
Away from the hush
And remember the dawn
With laughter

Once that the hound
And the pirates have calmed
And the girls have ceased
Their chatter

And tired they shall sleep
On their beds in a heap
Free from all thoughts
Of slumber

And the wind and the dawn
Shall pass on and on
And wait again for the
Cheering

When the pirates shall return
And surprise everyone
With their smiles and their scars
And their singing
[That’s it!]
Written by
Yuvraj Jha  Singapore
(Singapore)   
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