| Climb the rigging and haul the ropes
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| Hoist and unfurl the dusty sail
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| Winds are singing, we’re bound for hope
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| It is impossible to fail
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| Flesh is willing and dreams will soar
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| When we sight the distant shore
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| Hold on fast to the skies
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| Smell the spray in your eyes
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| Know the albatross that cries is just a friend
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| Glide our weary pain-laden souls
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| Over hollowed heaving waves
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| Weigh our bodies down with salt
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| Every hallowed heathen sways
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| There is hope to guide us there
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| There is love to make us one
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| With our souls as the anchor
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| Light our path to the sun
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| Till our everlasting search is at an end
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| Hold on fast to the skies
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| Smell the spray in your eyes
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| Know the albatross that cries is just a friend |