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LIFE.
What is life, and what are we?We are sailors, life's a sea:
We, at all the ports we touch,
Cure too little with too much;
Fire and tempest, reefs and tides,
Crack our masts and strain our sides;
And if all the happy gales
Leave their caves to swell our sails,
Then we with each other meet,
Bark to bark, and fleet to fleet,
Till each others' prows we rend:
It is warfare without end.
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Wander in their age about,
Wooden legs and empty sleeves,
Wrecks that graceless winter leaves.
Yet our wanderings and our wars,
All our watchings, all our scars,
'Neath the sun and 'neath the stars,
Could we sail the voyage yet,
We would easily forget.
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