My Ship

My ship has sailed beyond all grasp;

The tide has taken my salvation.

On the ocean, the ocean, sweet sails, tall mast;

Aboard, merry, fear cast over, cries of elation.

 

My ship has left me before, and I seek and find;

White wood and purple trim always shine out.

Blue Sea and Sky, forever tease Black Earth's bind;

With canons and white flags it sails without.

 

My ship has sent  a tether for which me to use;

On the Golden Sands, the Blue Sea left it lie.

White wood and purple trim sent a small version loose;

Row on through forever until I catch my ship or die.

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