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Upon the tranquil sea
a ship is sailing softly
and on it's deck there sits
a man with wishful thinking
he lays his body down
and stares up at the night sky
and with the passing wind
he sends out his message
I wish for things long gone
I want to be where I'm not
If I could have one wish
I'd wish for a storm
On a blackened plane
with an empty sigh
he reaches for a star
but catches an evening bird
with one touch of her wing
he learns to fly with the storm
