Chloe
Here she comes
Riding on the wind
Sensing all the chill
Feigning not a thing
There she goes
As her garment flows
Into hands of time
And for love sublime
Now she bends
Singing on a sigh
While she sits on high
At the golden helm
Oh we know
She knows how to ride
And to beat the tide
Any time we ride
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