Atlantic Ocean, soft and deep
Show your velvet skin tonight
To the boat that doesn’t sleep
She doesn’t have much on her – some apples, a rose
But she also carries four like me -
Brothers to my soul
Let glide till the morning
the ones who watch
over palms of gentle hands
Murmur low -
Every place they can think of tonight
will be in a far off land
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