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The Flying Dutchman
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Triumvirate 20 years without a sight of shore
Salt water fills my broken lungs
Bruised from battles of one man war
Screams for safety spill off my silent tongue
Perhaps there is a place where phantom vessels can shine a ghostly light
But this stranded sailor will disappear into the night
2 decades without a view of land
Everything I love is already gone
No one left to serve or to command
Unsighted, I will still go sail on
Perhaps there is a place where ghost ships can go to die
But no ears will ever hear this lonesome captain's cry
Perhaps there is a person who can come and rescue me
But this solitary soldier will forever march upon the sea
