Land, Ho!

Feb 16, 2005 00:20



It is here where the child dreams of distant ships

Cursed is her sleep if shes ever found

Heave, you old sail

Take me to never be found

For if they find me

I will surely lose my balance

Let us make haste, stubborn ship

The moon shall guide us both

Brave sun scares pirates

Horray! for the wind sets our sail

Horrah! for we are safe

Look how we fooled them

O sluggish ship, must we be tardy

They await our arrival

And with that she was taken up
To never be found
For it was a great place
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