Ship struggles as the storm asks,
how long do you to plan to fight?
How far would you go,
how long ?..Before you drown in your own plight ?
My nature is to swim,replies the ship.
That which makes me grip,
the rising waves which intend to make me trip.
As I will go on and on
with all your efforts to stop me,
in vain,
at the end of my journey, o' monstrous storm,
what I'll have for you is nothing but disdain
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