You alone hold the key, daily
could it into lock impress,
turn the tumbler, pin surrender,
turn a barring into welcome
shore
   A cove, your treasure, booty
in leisure to count the days
of surrender, in opulent wonder
of how much more
   One maiden, unbedded, and
feathered-touch, her timbers
shivered by the caress of your
sea-borne
   Bora, toreador in black and red
golden brocade, all in disarray,
linens on the floor
   Sailor, home come; kingdom,
my virgin shore: oh!
   Fine Feathered Friend
   Fine Feathered Friend
   Fine Feathered Friend,
and, more...

Lighthouse
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