Old Sailor
He was just a lad when he went to sea
Forty years before the mast
Now he sits on the dock alone
Living in memories of the past
He lost an eye on a whaling ship
In a fight with another man
It was not his fault, but he paid the price
He must live forever on dry land
Every day he sails again
On ships of every kind
He hears the wind sing old songs
But only in his mind.
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