Upon the boundless , endless sea
Where many have heaved, post their last exhale
Filled their lungs with the salty sea
I shall not go, you shall not make me
For the foam and swell, I hate them, as they hate me
Where but I a sailor shall be
Other than such an insolent sea
I refuse to follow, I defy these norms
Forego the calls, of the gusty winds
Many a sails have been torn, I have set a few ablaze
Plundered and pulverized the slippery weeds
Today when I saw the last sun
I painted my eyes to an auburn wine
In this glass, I sail now and for ever
I keep away from the taker of my fellows be
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