Wings open
To catch the prevailing wind
Lord of all he surveys
Lord of the waves
The sun, the crescent horizon
Lord, of the diminutive rockOn which he stands
Lord of the igneous intrusion
Further out at sea
This is the blue
These are the blues
Blues you are my colour
Thus he sitsNight to day
To keep the flock in order
To absorb the blue light
To infuse the blue energy
To turn his back on Prussia's blueTo rush through
Way ahead of the rest
A seer
A black-blue guide
A singular portrayer
Beyond the oceans cosmos
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