

SailsThis ship of mine is silver-sailed, And rudderless as I, Though compass points jerk harsh as thought To chart a wheeling sky.Sails
My ship is strong and so are we, And empty as a word. But still my white-winged ship and I Trill the silent songs we heard.
He'll hold my head above the waves, He'll hold me till I drown. He'll be my anchor and my buoy. I'll be the Siren; drag him down.
He'll be the white-capped waves at play - The slit-throat peeling foam.
Together, glide to foreign shores And feel we're coming home.
This ship o
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i will live my dreams as i dream to live..........
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i will live my dreams as i dream to live..........
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