She sails eternally
On strong winds
When fog rolls in
And the tide is low
Strange lights sparkle
In cold lonely darkness
Alone with the universe
Locked in infinite motion
Watching the moon reflect
Waiting for the ghost ship
To emerge from the deep
Below the surface waves
Romantic teenage nights
Crazy days of our youth
Shooting stars in the sky
The ghost ship will fly again
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