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Destiny Deep within each private realm, there lies a captain at the helm whose steadfast hold or shaky grip controls the course and guides the ship. Through weather foul and weather fair, to ports of call both here and there, the common and extraordinaire, discovered by and by. So grab ye quick the waiting wheel, The time isnow to hold and steel. No tides too high to turn stern hands, but mock the blackened skies' commands. And though at rocks your craft be hurled, sails and flags be raised- unfurled. Deliver to the waiting world behold...it is I! |
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