" Wave after wave,each mightier than the last'til last,a ninth one,gathering half the deepand full of voices,slowly rose and plungedroaring,and all the wave was in a flame "
"Little light shining,
Little light will guide them to me.
My face is all lit up,
My face is all lit up.
If they find me racing white horses,
They'll not take me for a buoy.
Let me be weak,
Let me sleep
And dream of sheep." ...
by Kate Bush
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