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Like a ship lost out at sea

You are the compass that guided me

From bow to stearn

Each day I yearn

For your warm gaze

And your tender touch

I miss you oh so much

Our love, it flows like a gentle tide

And if I ever get back, you’ll be my bride

I should have asked long before I left

But we’ve made a vow, my end I’ve kept

It’s been hard, these months out here all alone

I wish I could come about and sail back home

1999