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Dignity
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And I'll sail her up the west coast
Through villages and towns
I'll be on my holidays
They'll be doing their rounds
They'll ask me how I got her I'll say
I saved my money
They'll say isn't she pretty
That ship called Dignity

And I'm telling this story
In a faraway scene
Sipping down Raki
And reading Maynard Keynes
And I'm thinking about home
And all that means
And a place in the winter
For Dignity

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A lazy day on the gorgeous Placencia beach, sipping on a fresh coconut and listening to Deacon Blue on the iRiver. A bit of out-time from the stress of travelling through Central America.