Mast of the Pirate Queen

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Her captain's wheel

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-