The sun must set to rise
And I believed her
I searched for her in every sunset
But I was so lost in my search
That I didn't realize
That the light on her porch was
Slowly and steadily growing dim
Until one day it went out
And I was alone again
I cannot look at sunsets anymore
Now that I'm back to being nomadic
I follow the sun
For tomorrow it could rain
Maybe she was the one
Lennon was singing about
Maybe I should've known better
But although the sun has set now
Tomorrow it'll rise again
Tomorrow I'll get up
Dust myself off
And continue
For both of us this time
It's what she would want
The Bilge Master
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