pilgrims
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We've been at sea for too long
I'm past illness now
But oh, how I yearn for land
I don't care if it's the New World
I'd even return to Scrooby or Plymouth
Say what my parents will about
America
They come
From the great sea
Wanting everything
Taking all
We try to talk,
Reason
These beings
So rough and alien
