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Heading south so I can go north.
Guided by birds but drifting off-course.
Read the tide-table before starting out,
But 30 years old with chapters torn out.
You, waking up from a dream of the sea,
Safe in the harbour from sailors like me.
You, in the kitchen, waiting on tea
Whilst I lose the compass to a trick of the sea.
Guided by birds but drifting off-course.
Read the tide-table before starting out,
But 30 years old with chapters torn out.
You, waking up from a dream of the sea,
Safe in the harbour from sailors like me.
You, in the kitchen, waiting on tea
Whilst I lose the compass to a trick of the sea.