Sailor Suite The current will seem random,When the tiller has no guiding hand.But . . . we always mold the flowThat will carry us along. Still . . .A ship without a portCan onlyCast its anchorIn shifting sand. You’ve got me hangin’ onLike a hangman pulling higher.Hangman can’t you seeYou will set me freeEven if …
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