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Let the voyage begin with sails ahoy,
Let the rath unveil its deadly toy,
Let ruin and castle temper my faith,
Let the waters combine a torment of hate,
But no matter where you take your soul afar,
Life is what you make of it no matter where you are.
In days gone by there is no changing this,
Let the future golden path create a soul mist,
And when the leaves are blowing and the road is long,
Let the trees shelter your storm and help you to keep strong
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