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A salty dog (R.I.P. Gary Brooker)


We sailed for parts unknown to man

Where ships come home to die

No lofty peak, nor fortress bold

Could match our captain's eye

Upon the seventh seasick day

We made our port of call

A sand so white, and sea so blue

No mortal place at all


(Gary Brooker/ Keith Reid)

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