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Just a little jot... |
The wings of my soul are my schooner's sails, With the billows that roll and the bellows that blow God's in his earth when the mighty storm shrieks When the mainmast, she creaks As the old ship, she leaks Oh but my schooner sails serenely through gales though the wise man, he bails, the sleek ship never fails. Canvas is spread into a sunset so red, A delight, old wives said Now rest your head... |