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Part 1 Ye wish to touch the skyline breeze? Yet dash a'rough of the seas' freeze? Your stutter is your rudder! Glaze wood with blubber, not blabber! In a ship of hope, a common trope Cast high this mast of lie, it's timber a redwood tree! It's shadow a fairy meadow, thine to shine, thine to endow How deprived a'chastity when she did elope.. With her reprived our fares and fairs down this slope... Part 2 Brief is this grief... this lie of relief... now man's prejudice of belief... The clouds darken, my precipice harken... The trees' bark now hardens, in bonsai gardens... Whether you weather these storms or wither to bones... Men walk till hearts leave stones, to cleave if he atones...