Yacht in strong stormy gusts
And without anchors,
Yacht with a wrong compass
Makes us poor sailors.
Dive, in my deepest dive
You became my cable.
Life, in your windy life
I became your shelter.
Nights, long and sweety nights
I can keep forever,
Days, happy lovely days,
We are still together.
Ways, in the most ways
We are on the same ship,
Need, what we all just need
Seven feet and Godspeed.
Fair seas
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