Off an eerie coast, on a corner of land
Stands a lighthouse, on a rock cliff strand
Surrounded by rocks, seagulls and sand
Overlooking the ships and the sea at hand
She winks her eye, to let them know
They're in her yard, proceed through slow
On this eerie coast, on a corner of land
This lighthouse stands tall, holding firm her command.
C. Vergara
08.25.1997
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