No Traveller Returns
The high seas,
Whipping wind,
The weather acts as if you've sinned.
The roaring thunder,
Pelting rain,
This horrid weather causes pain.
A man's travels will not please,
When he travels these high seas.
For he who travels with such yearn,
Becomes a traveller with no return.
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