Captains see through white waves
anchoring ships in shallow bays
Sailing towards deep coasts
finding treasure in false hope
As darkness spreads out
wind blows through rain clouds
White sails gain weight
as fast ships graze waves
Green trees pass by
hopeful docking yields no supply
Wasteful months give no luck
sailors shouldn't anchor where there's no love
Deep blue on brown hull
cutting through a liquid toll
Seeking solace in bitter ends
what a sailor gets when things are held in
Shore ahead in distance speaks
calls to leave the wooden peaks
The mast holds square rigged cloth
folded down to come to a stop
Coast to contain all of the wants
but this sailors knows that you're all for not
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