High

High in the sky

The sun will shine

And I can call you mine

 

Low below the horizon

The waves will play.

I am not myself by day.

 

Inspiration from the East

Salvation from the West

Hope from the North

Humility from the South

 

High in the sky

The sun will shine

And I can call you mine.

 

If only just once more...

The End

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