 | "From eastern sea to eastern sky, the sacred sun ascends, And voices stir: of wind, of waves, of ropes, of sails, of friends, Who like the golden light of dawn that streams across the sea, Set sunlit sail for foreign lands, may fortune follow thee. Her journey done, so sinks the sun below the western waves, And mem'ries stir: of friends of yore, asleep in wat'ry graves. Let not our voices raised in song disturb your endless sleep, But join us in our chorus and you dream among the deep." submitted by /u/Tomas_Baratheon [link] [comments] |
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