Sail Long and winding road In the mist of the blue sea. - What he seeks in the distant country? What threw it seek? Play a wave, the wind whistling, And the mast bends skrypit; Alas! - He is not looking for happiness And not from happiness runs! - Beneath the jet lighter blue, Above it a golden ray of sunshine - And he, the rebel, asks storms As if the storm will calm!
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