By the Marina
There she is, wishing she were different.
There she is, counting up her flaws.
There she stands
My radiant moon
My luminous star
My love, You don't know
How perfect you are.
The jaws of life are collapsing quickly
The ebb of the ship has turned me sickly
But, there you are
My luminous star.
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