I am not
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I am no deck, nor tiller
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I stand a mast
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A mast that bares her sail
and
The treasures of her sea
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Wind our gain
We're full
and
Crewed
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With sheets set trim
All lines made fast
We harness gusts to fly
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One eye for rock
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Another sky
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Tack aside and rigid straight
Tensions taught
and
Actions quick
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I am no compass
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In her 'tis bourne
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Map no coarse
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El Dorado draws her soul
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I stand a mast
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And
Oceans mark
Her passing
-Hermit King-
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