Will the rose in all their learning

Turning brightness to day



Spur the horns of discerning

Scout the world along the way



And in their firm terms of warning

They return to the sea



And at the first sign of morning

They beat on his disease



So they wail

As their lies warn them



Not to fail in the harness

Not to fall at the shore



They are lost where the robe is

Sailors on southern more



And though they wail with the bonemen

Farther there somewhere inside



It doesn't show nights are warning

Beggars change so you'll burn



So they go

There's no way through there to show

In bar ways under



Not to fail in the harness

Not to rage at the shore



Not to rail in the darkness

When surrounded by roar



When to know there's a river

Some of them walk

Some of them fall



In the wars they

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