  Anchored deep in mid ocean Are my ship of thoughts, I should sail out and get them, That’s just what I ought. For once they run smooth With calmness of the sea, Bringing all of love’s beauty Back home to me. In a mad rushing storm, But she would stand as brave, When each flash of lightning Showed the depth of her grave. There’s no lighthouse To guide her in, Nor to raise her anchor From the wages of sin. |
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