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This lesson you'd do well not to forget |
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Your life could be the one its wisdom saves |
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At sea, when you're beleaguered and beset |
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On every side by strife of wind and waves |
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Despite the best of maps and bravest men |
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For all their mighty names and massive forms |
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There'll never be and there has never been |
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A ship or fleet secure against the storms |
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When kings upon the main have clung to pride |
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And held themselves as masters of the sea |
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I've held them down beneath the crushing tide |
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Till they have learned that no one masters me |
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But grace can still be found within the gale |
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With fear and reverence, raise your ragged sail |