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The ship glides smoothly across the oceans calm, docking at ports on the way. The ship belongs here for it is this it was made, knowing no other way home. The ocean can toss or destroy this small ship, with help from the wind and the rain. The destiny of this sailing ship was all done, from the time it was concieved. The beauty of sinking and becoming as one, is all that the ship has in mind. The tragedy of ships that return to the shore, dying land locked is quite sad. The ocean was made for the ships to belong, and the ships for the ocean to have. The wind can be friend or a foe yes indeed, It's left to itself to decide. When the time comes for the ship to reside, and live in a watery grave, who is the one that can choose this ships fate, or is it we who decide?
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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