One ship drives east and another drives west,
With the same winds that blow.
Tis the set of sails,
And not the gales,
That tells us the way to go.
Like the winds of the seas are the ways of fate.
As we vogaye along through life,
Tis set of a soul,
That decides its goal,
And not the calm, or the strife.
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