Figures appear that could cause fright.
Yet as the light begins to burn bright.
We see it was nothing but the night.
Cliffs and hills form in morning break.
Spring overtakes the winter.
The distance is near.
Long voyages as a daunting task.
As soon as we remove the fogs mask.
We see that sailing is smooth.
Just over the horizon to safe landing.
A resting place where sailors are brothers in banding.
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