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Sail Those Seas But Don't Kill The Albatross (edit)

by Ben Pickard

I hear ships sail without a whisper of wind
where you have gone. I hear the waves part
for the prow like they still roll in the rapture
of Moses' hands,

and the albatrosses are abundant...

The crew have wings, don't they? And
golden harps herald every morn with
a melody that sprinkles the waves' crests
with gold dust.

I hear so many things, but if only one is true,


sail those seas and never come back.