When the days are full of night
All my thoughts are in my sight
Flowing thru and thru,
Fleeing sometimes as they do-
Level-headed I must be,
Excel with promise and be free
So take my hand, we'll sail this sea.
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When the days are full of night
All my thoughts are in my sight
Flowing thru and thru,
Fleeing sometimes as they do-
Level-headed I must be,
Excel with promise and be free
So take my hand, we'll sail this sea.