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The longer we drift upon the Great Center Sea
The more does our hope fade away
Twentythree days and the same count of nights
Passed by since we've left our home

Storms have tortured us
Forced us to our knees
The shores still aren't in sight!

The twentyfourth day upon the Great Center Sea
Was the turn of our journey
Both painful and lucky for us was the storm
That brought back the westerly winds

Cause in this great and heavy storm
Our provision got over board
And a quarter of our crew died in the waves
But the journey has to be carried on

Storms are torturing us
Forcing us to our knees
The shores still aren't in sight!

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