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609 B
Plaintext
32 lines
609 B
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A song about the unlucky navigator
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More than once I have a ship to sail
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Far led.
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From the farthest harbor
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The roads are.
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For blue fog
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I recognize the stars,
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With winds, hurricanes
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I inquired my wheel.
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But the girl under the lindens
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Not rolling wave
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As if everywhere reefs
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It is surrounded by.
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Between the reefs near the river bank
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All navigators will
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But personally proud girl
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Much more difficult route.
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She flew to her brave falcon,
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But things did not go in store.
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I walked around the bush -
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Path could not be found.
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I walked around the bush,
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Sixth year so go,
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As if I, comrades,
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Superurgent serve ...
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