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Sleeping Boats | ||
| Boats are sleeping at the bay, Nodding at each silent quay. Sunlight glistens on their bow But they don't awake for now. Patiently they wait their turn Though they may for travel yearn. When at last they take to sea How they glory to be free. We, like them, are free to go When our Pilot tells us so. | ||
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