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Westward on the waters my fleet sailed in search for land No storm and disaster shall point in my direction No mountain or river shall back my path in breaking my quest Dear mother's land return backward shall not hear such a thing what makes me lavish O land thus I love until I see it again once my sickness had made me well My men sent forth for me to return But I do nothing to laugh with merry and demand to continue my quest I may be angered with fire blowing in the winds that makes me concern Shall I fight to love at its worth the sun can smile and greet its warm rays upon my soul what shall stand in my way to love? No place shall my enemy be his own terms |
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