Lances up from the prow,
Cutting through the grey glassy sea.
Salty mist, glist"ning upon my brow.
There"s nothing like learning to live and be free.
And there is nothing in which
One can mirror so clear,
The joy of wild liberty,
And letting loose without fear,
As a small drifting boat on the wide open sea.
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