Though you have been
A
fair wind
Billowing
my sails
My
heart still craves
New
shores
To
beach my skiff upon
And
it aches
For fresh
new lands
Beneath
my feet
So I
must go
For
you deserve better
And
it would not
Be
fair on you
If I
were to settle
For
my first port of call
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