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If it were only that simpleI command a fleet through turbulent seasAdventures composed in water’s deepWhen I wave my hands my servants marchMoves hastily through the chilly MarchAt morning my riches shine for all to seeFor the night to envy my silver gleeI breathe the air embraced with lifeAnd feast my eyes upon the nature's mightBut my ships are not made of stoneBut twigs in streams that strayed aloneI do not command a single soulBut leaves neath oak that fell down lowMy jewels are not crowned of goldBut sun and moon that keep me warmSome would say I'm lonely, poorI sweep the streets and I am nor
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