This five parallels taken tins and two the more here. The sea was your mother and the earth there all stream. A little snow could never scared. After all there so bring to the wind. Some hild and there but not now. No, they would do as date always done. Pack the these all is everything they own in grave the grind. There is no strong they never see. No rack on the map and tongue. If the was as safe place left one the planet they could reacher. Place in the water could be never gained. The water and the rain however was unforgiven and after the third day the series were ripped and the messed was broken. Before the rise the great water opened at enough and .....It was a good time.
Straight ahead To our deaths Abound Crashing waves defend Straight to the top, crows nest to spot, we’re sailing westward until the rain stops. Sail on, souls Seas our home Sailing on Our light out Sailing on Drowning white foam Sailing on