Coconut Grove Is a very small cove separated from the sea by a shifting shoal we didn't realize that we had arrived at high tide, high tide barely made it out alive oh
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red over white fishermen working at night not even once did we see a light we didn't realize the forecast had been revised by moonless skies and shifty wind that gusts and dies oh
on the sand our keel is heaving but tonight we've got to be leaving travel through the day and into the evening oh
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Marathon how long we've been gone and still not yet set foot upon you
your low lying shore opens welcomingly to one who's spent the night at sea Adrift in the shallows, a modest repose adorn with coral, your bright colors show ushered in through a bridge that is never closed