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  The fishing boats go out across the evening water

  Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border

  The winds whip up the waves so loud

  The ghost moon sails among the clouds

  And turns the rifles into silver on the border

  On my wall the colours of the maps are running

  From Africa the winds they talk of changes coming

  The torches flair up in the night

  The hand that sets the farms alight

  Has spread the word to those who're waiting on the border

  In the vllage where I grew up

  Nothing seems the same

  But still you never see the change from day to day

  And no one notices the customs slip away

  Late last night the rain was knocking on my window

  I moved across the darkened room and in the lampglow

  I thought I saw down in the street

  The spirit of the century

  Telling us that we're all standing on the border

  In the islands where I grew up

  Nothing seems the same

  It's just the patterns that remain an empty shell

  But there's a strangeness in the air you feel too well

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All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain.