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Passing Ships | ||
| Ships a-passing in the night, All lit up in jeweled array, Constitute a pleasant sight Till at last they fade away. Each knows well where it must go And the things that it must do. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, It is always gliding true. May we also beacons be As we cross the sea of life, Conscious of our destiny, Overcoming pain and strife. | ||
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