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by jack4daw

To the port of paradise
I point my bow
And when the wind is right
And the sailcloth tight
Through the tides of time
I shall flow past the lands
Of who knows where
With a cargo light as air
On a course pre set
It's an even bet
That by tomorrow
I'll be there.

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