Out
of the port of Liverpool
Bound for the North of Ireland
The wash of the spray and horsetail waves
The roll of the sea below
And Easter here again
A time for the Blind to see
Easter, surely now
Can all of your hearts be free
Bound for the North of Ireland
The wash of the spray and horsetail waves
The roll of the sea below
And Easter here again
A time for the Blind to see
Easter, surely now
Can all of your hearts be free
-MARILLION
It's a new day. A new career. A new state. A new life. Leaving it all behind. Twice, I have abandoned my past life and started over. I went to Jamaica and left everything behind. Then Madrid. Now Colorado. I plan for this to be the last time. Maybe it will be the second to last, as I hope to move back to the east coast as the green wave eventually washes over New England and the Mid-Atlantic states.
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