Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant tide
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine
And no one show us to the land
And no one knows the wheres or whys
But something stares and something tries
And starts to climb towards the light
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