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The Isle of Man

Everything takes a stand,
On The Isle of Man,
As someone gets older,
It's the way it's all planned.
A thing all alone,
In the middle of the sea,
This is just what is happening to me.
As the rocks stand tough,
From the weather and the clime,
So will I, in the right place and time.
Sharp waves crash,
Against The Isle of Man,
It's a trial of life,
And a trail at hand.
Love won't be alone,
Again in the sea,
Because this man will struggle,
With the powers that be.

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