Pirates

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The seas were calm
The waves were mellow
A ship had risen through the midst
With a flag bearing yellow
Another ship had arrived
Wearing red
Both knowing the outcome
And neither fled
The red shot out cannons
That fell down like rain
The yellow ship sunk
Leaving not even a grain
And as they thought
They won the game
A thousand yellow ships
Were on their way

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