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Ship that furrows the seas, and is pushed by the wind, and caressed by the foam, this is the life of men; the port, eternity. |
Nave que surca los mares, y que empuja el vendaval, y que acaricia la espuma, de los hombres es la vida; su puerto, la eternidad. |
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