and I ran ten thousand miles. Quitting was
not on my mind, death matter;s not. Did
not I heard you speak as gentle refreshing
breeze elbow with a knock, patting my back.
Caribbean sunset, wind under my wings.
Caribbean sunset, sweet melodious raise see.
Caribbean sunset, I bow in honor. If I die in
yonder land, let my spirit still embrace with
open arms, you my dwelling, rest me on your
coastal shore. God will find me upon his return.
That is my take today, and there is certainly hope to live by.
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