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| Tomorrow will have an island. Before night |
| I always find it. Then on to the next island. |
| These places hidden in the day separate |
| and come forward if you beckon. |
| But you have to know they are there before they exist. |
| |
| Some time there will be a tomorrow without any island. |
| So far, I haven't let that happen, but after |
| I'm gone others may become faithless and careless. |
| Before them will tumble the wide unbroken sea, |
| and without any hope they will stare at the horizon. |
| |
| So to you, Friend, I confide my secret: |
| to be a discoverer you hold close whatever |
| you find, and after a while you decide |
| what it is. Then, secure in where you have been, |
| you turn to the open sea and let go. |
