In a ship on a breeze
where the ocean sinks and produces a sneeze
as captains we are, nothing apart
ironic; with beautiful hearts
we still can see
beyond the oceans and above the seas.
We can sail across the sky
and to this Earth, wave goodbye.
To the north we shall venture forth,
Without any worry to sort any course,
we'll find a distance that was so dimly seen
as far as the eye can see and perceive.
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