Starry Night
The moonlit ocean murmurs to the stars.
In drowsy rhythm, wavelets lap the strand.
They whisper tales of places near and far
and songs that have been sung since time began.
It’s here that you and I, who’ve sailed the seven seas,
have found our piece of heaven, in the Hebrides.
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