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There goes the old Mariner

The high seas are alluring. They promise pearls on the shores of a far away land.

But their paths are treacherous and they have consumed many unwary seekers of fortunes.

But there goes the old mariner, AGAIN.

He pulls out in a storm when others out of fear berth their boats in safe harbours. But the storm comes and breaks apart the harbours and all that took refuge under them.

But the old mariner sets sailing as the storm hurries to the harbours. And the vicious waves that constantly threaten to break his boat apart subtly move it forward to the land of his desire. Even though he gets there with his boat battered, his soul remains steely solid.

Worry not for the old mariner when he pulls out in days that are gentle or in days that are hostile. Or when he pulls out in the break of dawn or in a dawn of dusk

The old mariner always gets to his treasure island.

Adieu vieux marinier.

Farewell old mariner.

But on this restless shore we shall await fresh tales of your many troubling but successful traverses.

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