Thou hast the sails
Why don't thou fly?
Thy zeal, thy pra'rs
Them all pass by...
Thy sails shin'st white
In morning breeze.
And waves spring high
And fall, and freeze...
So fly and sail
Yee far away!
And find there peace,
Of falling leaves...
©Dhoaras McDunnan
Thou hast the sails...
© Copyright: Торос Макданнан, 2005
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