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I set off on Voyage
At two thousand one seven
The mast went high
My thought would have never
I thought the wind came safe
Smooth sailing was here
Until it happened just as I had feared
Did i suceed?
or did i go blind?
because of the greed
i got tears in my eyes
but no longer I see
and tears eventually dry
so suck it up you fiend
its not as if you died
