Sea (10/12/2019)

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Sea of all your troubles,
Sea of all your woes;
In your vessel travels,
Beyond the waves that rose,
All my words of poesy,
All my words of prose
To that moon on the horizon,
Past which no one goes,
To see what lies beyond it
For no one really knows.
You'll have my words forever:
They are your ship's cargoes;
I hope they are of use to you
At your journey's close.

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