Marooned am I, on Island placed,
Near Schultz and Tyler I am disgraced,
To waste away my days here,
With Swan Songs ringing in my ear.
Yet East they look to see once more,
Sunset alights my Western shore,
And when night falls and sunrays weaken,
I will shine my longing beacon,
To catch the discerning eye,
Of the curious passerby,
So on the brigade look for me,
And until then I wait for thee.
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