We sailed away on a winter's day
With fate as malleable as clay
But ships are fallible, I say
And the nautical, like all things, fades
And I can recall our caravel
Little wicker beetle shell
With four fine masts and lateen sails
Its bearings on Cair Paravel
Oh, my love,
Oh, it was a funny little thing
To be the ones to've seen
//from "Bridges and Balloons" by Joanna Newsom//
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