Come sailors, come sailors, honest and true
Off to sail the oceans of crystalline blue
An ocean as vast as all creation
Ignorant of troubles to arrive in manifestation
Like Odysseus engrossed with his endeavors,
The winds guide us, wherever
Like a ship upon the ocean,
The crew is set into motion
Guiding the ship to safe harbors,
Wherever that may be, tomorrow
Alas the crew is safe upon land,
Only to return to sea, once again
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