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Lightning, in the distance, flashes
With water below, the fury clashes

Yet, on the sea, the water, calm
Men at ease, they have no qualm

No storm to stop this ship, afloat
No danger to their mighty boat

Her sails come down, prepare for sleep
Then, ocean preys upon its sheep

As clouds grow darker, bring the night
Obsidian now, is morning’s light

For when the darkness touches, they
Are lost to the sea, ’tis what they say.


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