After thy ship so many perils ran
After the storm that at thy pillars tore
When you seek rest only the anchor can
Bind safely thee to striven golden shore
And when the wind of travel asks thee to depart
The golden chain will rest tied to thy core
Thus never really making you apart
Securing that you will return once more
Golden
© Copyright: Оригинальная Банальность, 2007
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