Bloodmoon

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For 3 years we've sailed the sea,
Through all the storms, just you and me.
We hope to cross the blue and deep,
So pull the anchor and push away.
We have all the time of day,
Just to drift away.
Grab the helm,
High tide's ahead.
No turning back,
Not until we're dead.
There's no wave that will sink this ship,
Our hearts will keep the lanterns lit.
All night so we can gaze,
At the stars above we praise.
Due north,
The coast is clear.
A night of rest,
Finally here.
The ups and downs help direct us where to go,
They guide us to port like a compass aboard a boat.

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