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The Harbour of the Heart
My little ship of fools has set its course
In search of heart's desire, that fabled land
Where all our dreams come true: at our command
All we wish for is ours through ease, not force.
Heart's language does not stand in need of Morse
Or Playfair cipher; all's ours on demand.
Love lives within us, black despair is damned:
All's endless love and joy; there's no divorce.
Our hearts stand not in need of healing here;
Sad words and thoughts are banished from our head;
We drink pure living water: we are fed
On all that's wholesome, good; no pain, no fear,
When our heat's harbour, on that favcourable wind,
Brings us a joy utterly unconfined.
My little ship of fools has set its course
In search of heart's desire, that fabled land
Where all our dreams come true: at our command
All we wish for is ours through ease, not force.
Heart's language does not stand in need of Morse
Or Playfair cipher; all's ours on demand.
Love lives within us, black despair is damned:
All's endless love and joy; there's no divorce.
Our hearts stand not in need of healing here;
Sad words and thoughts are banished from our head;
We drink pure living water: we are fed
On all that's wholesome, good; no pain, no fear,
When our heat's harbour, on that favcourable wind,
Brings us a joy utterly unconfined.