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Now and you'll remember the sound
Of the sails waving
The cables one another into knots so strong
lost at once if not tossed into the drink and lost beneath
A substance, so yet elementary

Four winds converge upon a point your compass
Spirals round in motions mocking everything
While collects
Your cupped hands attempt to shovel out the last few
And you plead with the gods but they send you no

on sailor, hold on brother
Steady, the
tales of ghosts at sail
They the afterlife

In futile calculation, dead
Telltales confuse the sails, is lost
The winds will spiral round a tapestry
And you're left all alone under the shine of the

Hold on sailor, the cables
Steady, the
It's a life if you don't weaken
on, hold on