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THE WIND is up, I set, my sail of songs,

Steersman, sit at 'the helm.

For my boat is fretting to be free, to dance in the rhythm of the wind and water.

The day is spent, it is evening.

My friends of the shore have taken leave.

Loose the chain and heave the anchor, we sail by the starlight.

The wind is stirred into the murmur of music at this time of my departure.

Steersman, sit at the helm.

 

 

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