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  I set off on Voyage At two thousand one seven The mast went high My thought would have never I thought the wind came safe Smooth sailing was here Until it happened just as I had feared
Did i suceed? or did i go blind? because of the greed i got tears in my eyes  but no longer I see  and tears eventually dry  so suck it up you fiend its not as if you died 
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