Control the light;
cease to fight;
Pietism, heresy;
perish in fleet.
I come as one;
my days spin and turn;
A strange journey;
a beautiful story.
The ground wails;
news is stale;
Come home, come home;
do not cease to show.
A place afar;
where the land smiles;
If flowers were gold;
this story would not be told.
I rise tonight;
to catch her sight;
Sail to the right;
Rudder in the hand be tight.
The seas rumble;
our hearts tumble;
The fishes cry;
we shall never be at large.
Ahoy! , seadog;
a place of gold awaits us;
Who will skim? ;
who will trim? .
Journey round the world;
search for the true one;
Be abreast;
like the Knight's vest.
For good, for country;
snows are never in a hurry;
Only thou knoweth my thoughts;
only thou should sail on.
Tempting night;
Be my light.
For tommorrow never ends;
Give not Gold her needed rest.
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