| Rose in early morning, as the light came through
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| Searching in the ocean, did what he should do
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| Seeking not adventure, just a way of life
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| Sky above turned grey, wind cut like a knife
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| This was his last voyage, this was his last time
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| Pulling up the anchor, letting go the rope
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| Age rules over all things, fate rules over hope
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| Then as bow was broken, water soon to rise
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| For they would have nothing, Nature’s trust unwise
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| Through his boat and fortune, not for him that day
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| If he went to God, for him they would pray
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| As the tempest thundered, as the storm broke free
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| Suddenly in darkness, fear there none to see
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| Visions in his memory, what was meant to be
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| When the storm was over, nothing could be seen
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| Life and boat were taken, God knows what it means
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| Rose in early morning, as the light came through
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| Searching in the ocean, did what he should do
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| This was his last voyage, this was his last time
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| Pulling up the anchor, letting go the rope
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| Age rules over all things, fate rules over hope |