SET SAIL
Foaming water crashes
On the sides of the hull
The waves pull the boat along
With a gentle tug
Musical notes do play
As the ripple runs full force
Slicing the silent reeds
As it takes to open course
Set sail you and I
In a froth of burgeoning tide
A journey so long
To places far and wide
Oh sails billowing gentle
Upright on tall mast
Where will you take us
Till horizons are past
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