Sailing on Lake Erie,
When the sun sets so grand,
The water turns to copper,
And the islands appear.
The breeze fills our sails so,
As we tack and jibe with glee,
The fresh water splashes,
On a lake that is blue and free.
Lake Erie can be fickle,
With squalls that bring a fright,
But sailing on Lake Erie,
Is pure summer delight.
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