9.Love Among The Sailors
There is a hot wind blowing it moves across teh oceand and into
every port. a plague. a black plague. there's danger everywhere
and you've been sailing. and you're alone on an island now
tuning
Id you think this was the way your world would end？ hombres.
sailors. comrades. there is no pure land now no safe plave and
we stand here by the pier watching you drown. love among the
sailors.
Among the sailors. there is a hot wind blowing plague drifts
across the oceans. and if this is the work of an angry god i
want to look into his angry face. there is no pure land now. no
safe pla
Ome with us to the mountains. hombres. sailors. comrades.
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