Against spray and tempest we put our faces,
As did the explorers of human races,
Deep in the silence of the night,
Another day dawns it is first light.
The day looks good what is the weather,
What is that moan is that the wind,
Why should we worry it's just a whisper,
We go to sea and our plan will be kind.
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