love ties its hopes to what it thinks a rock
the furthest outlier of a merry isle
where there's no foe except the hateful clock
your modesty inclines you to take stock
in all those things that we would not revile
love ties its hopes to what it thinks a rock
impervious to any mortal shock
we hope to land and stay for quite a while
where there's no foe except the hateful clock
our ship is not for any normal dock
we've gone way past the ordinary style
love ties its hopes to what it thinks a rock
rejects enclosure will break every lock
and has more power still than any bile
where there's no foe except the hateful clock
though you despise and though you still may mock
our sacred purpose you cannot defile
love ties its hopes to what it thinks a rock
where there's no foe except the hateful clock
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