WAITING.
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So I dry my tears and stand
Gazing out across the main,
And with patience wait the hour
When my ships will come again.
Some day I shall see them all
Anchored safely off the shore,
Then my heart will cease to mourn,
And my vigils will be o’er.
Just so sure as smile the stars
In the mirror of the sea,
Just so sure my bonnie ships
Will return, some day, to me.
