I ride a rickety-wickety ship
Onwards, for months sailing
Through this long ocean trip;
I now see land beckoning.

My boat bops upon the waves;
Its hull is worn and weary
Yet its keel remains brave
Past the days flout and dreary.

I am coming home one day
Though storms ruin and beset
And finally come to stay
In your unreachable sunset

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