| I was young when I set out
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| I can hardly remember
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| Oh the tales that I could tell you
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| If I only could remember
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| And the fog it is drumming
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| And the new world is coming
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| Oh this song I will be humming
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| When the words wont come out
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| On a slow boat to China
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| I will be, I will be
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| In the sea, when we get there
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| We will see what will be
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| On a slow boat to China
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| I will be, I will be
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| We will see when we get there
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| What will be
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| Now I’m old I am weathered
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| my beard is long and white
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| I have seen many crawling winters
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| on this sleepy ark
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| still we go for our fathers
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| and we go for the lost
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| still we go ever on
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| into the common dark |