The air of past permissions
Rings quietly anew
No amount of indecisions
Can taint the favoured hue
O ship of ice
O sky of blue
O tumbling spice
O pray be true
The fair of cold collisions
Rings quietly anew
No count of derisions
Can paint the boarding crew
O ship of ice
O sky of blue
O tumbling spice
O pray be true
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