"We were born before the wind,
Also younger than the sun,
Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic,
Hark, now hear the sailors cry,
Smell the sea and feel the sky,
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic,
And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home,
And when that fog horn blows I want to hear it ...
Just like way back in the days of old
We will float into the mystic ..." Van Morrison 1970
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the comments box is still disappearing when you click it but at least it returns...
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