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Industrial Revolution

As my ship sails to the west
I comfortably lay my head to rest
No illusive storm or waters so deep
will stop me from going to sleep
Pirates, sharks, I chase them all,
rather than be awake when night falls

As my ship is heading from north to east
I go to sleep several hours at least
The danger of an ice bank is not hitting me,
a far out dream that's where I'll be
Be shipwrecked, drowned, I don't care,
be awake is the real nightmare

As my ship is turning north
I am asleep for what it's worth
And when finally land is in sight
I wonder what I'm gonna do tonight
when I discover what's done by men,
the nightmare starts all over again

Engelse gedicht door: Alleycat

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