27.1.2024
In a small skiff I sailed the seas Beneath the skies of God, My soul was seeking some release From the earth where evil trod.
I sailed through storm sad and alone Seeing destruction's sore Humanity helpless as a stone Unable to restore
The beauty and beneficence Her lands had offered to man The fertile fields of innocence There since time began.
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