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Watching the sea till his day's work is done,
The boatman rows to the setting sun;
Catching his oars in the silver sea,
He leans on the wind as you lean on me.
Where the edge of the sea turns from blue to green,
There's a far-off shore that we've never seen.
When the moon comes up in your sea-green eyes,
And we sail away in the deep dark night,
I can't tell where you leave off and I begin;
Love is just a way of breathing out and in.
Where the edge of the sea turns from blue to green,
There's a far-off shore that we've never seen.
So cast away and both shall row,
There's no telling how long or where we will go;
Rock on the water, race with the sun,
Follow your stars as they shine one by one.
Where the edge of the sea turns from blue to green,
There's a far-off shore that we've never seen.
