I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning to sail my ship I can't control the wind but I can adjust the sail As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean |
Go small, go simple, go nowFor the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky
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Not all who wander are lost |
Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship,
Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze- On me alone it blew. |