Sailing in the midst of night,
among the fish,
upon the sea,
and above all terrors lone and bright,
i know not what becomes of me.
i sail among the fish
upon the sea
with intent to make upon a flight.
i know not what becomes of me.
My eyes sore, tired and heavy
stare longingly on a sober thing,
Eyes heavy but true
resolve to bear away this plight.
i know not what becomes of me.
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