On a milk-white sea I sail, in calm.
Where warm, soft breezes sweet are breathing,
Depths are calling
Anchor wanting
Sleep is pending
I'm just drifting...
Calm, though storms around rage wildly
Rains drench blindly
Lightning strikes me
Skies are falling
I'm still drifting...
Calm, hemmed by a current, guiding
Steers behind me
Draws before me waves
that hold me
so you drift me
... on
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