Sailing home, sailing home...
Smiling in the storm...
A hero's just come up...
Right out of gloomy soul...
Right out of gloomy soul...
Sailing home, sailing home...
Breathe in well wishing breeze...
Bring home just all has passed...
Sip the holy wine of afterwards...
If he could just reason out his being there...
Nothing brighter than the light of guidance...
After much deliberation for no up-made mind...
It's a power of silence that shows...
He is a drippy passage of eternity...
He longs for diverting night...
Such a drunken man of supplication...
For a subdued lust of evil sides...

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