Procol Harum - The Wreck Of The Hesperus

<!-- Page Code:UHJvY29siEhhcnVtiC0gVGhliFdyZWNriE9miFRoZSBiZXNwZXJ1cyA= --> we'll hoist a hand becalmed upon a troubled sea "make haste to your funeral" cries the valkyrie we'll hoist a hand or drown amidst this stormy sea "here lies a coffin" cries the cemetery it calls to me and all for nothing quite in vain was hope forever tossed no thoughts explained no moments
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