Nervous wreck, unabashed pride
Semaphoring chorus
Metaphysical tides
Windy storms
A moment to gloat
This little boy had seen
Through the frame behind
The captain's locker
the simmering misfortune
Then, (we) tapped glasses
In extreme,
but gradually the night wore on
Life had become just a journey:
an endless one
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