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Standing watch on this warm summer night  

Listening to sounds in the soft spectral light 

Calling to my soul a song never-ending 

That the spirits of the dead forever are sending 

 

Searching the horizon for sails in fear 

Asking and praying they never appear 

Foreboding is all that is left in my heart 

As I remember the faces of those who did part 

 

Not long ago they did appear 

Their black sails cast with Ravens filled us with fear 

Ships gilded with gold shimmered so bright 

In the glow of the moon on a cold winter night 

 

Two score were their numbers as they finally made land 

We marveled as they first set foot on the sand

They wore large hats on their heads trimmed with gold 

Their clothes were quite fancy their attitude bold 

 

They spoke in a tongue we did not understand 

They carried a great flag they stuck deep in the sand 

Explorers they were that is what we understood 

They came here to help us, came here to do good 

 

Shelter, we gave so they could all rest 

Sleep is what they needed to be at their best 

Morning came quickly, gloomy shadows were cast 

This day started peaceful, that would not last 

 

More ships had arrived silently in the night 

Many soldiers appeared in the soft morning light 

Swords gilded in gold tight at their sides 

My people, we are screaming and running for their lives 

 

Grabbed our women, put them deep in their boat 

Many men had been slaughtered, leaving them to float 

The ships then took sail, leaving our land 

With many of my people lying dead in the sand 

 

Standing watch on this warm summer night  

Listening to sounds in the soft spectral light 

Calling to my soul a song never-ending 

That the spirits of the dead forever are sending 

 

Searching the horizon for sails in fear 

Asking and praying they never appear
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