a skywater world where grown men believed in dreams
with death as real as the breeze that came sweeping down
	off the backs of the waves
with brawny-muscled sailors who'd wrestle Moby Dick to settle a bet
	sang wistful songs of loves they'd left behind to follow the sea,
		to follow the sea...
Aye, but in my mudwater world, men no longer believe
	in the tidewater ocean
no longer chase dreams across the coast of Madagascar
no longer strut swaggering on New York streets with New Zealand ivory
	dangling from their ears
the age of sailing, the age of discovery, is gone forever
	and every sailor's song, forgotten
		by the windwater home that gave them birth.

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