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I travel through the night on waves of steel
The pounding of the sea against my side
With tired, trusted hands upon my wheel
It seems I’m only in it for the ride
My name is branded proudly on my skin
I’m built to brave the storm or ride the tide
So many mates have gone and come again
To swab my deck with diligence and pride
The mighty ocean swallows me and groans
Then spits me out to swallow me again
I have no destinations of my own
Or memories of places I have been
Though tantamount to each successful trip
Without a crew I’m just a wayward ship

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