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The ocean seems so friendly when you're sailing with the wind. All problems seem to slip behind oh, they'll be back again. For as there is smooth sailing, there are also stormy seas, and one begets the other for the sake of harmony. The world's a perfect model in the fact that it is round. All the woes you leave behind are apt to be refound. They may not seem familiar when approaching from behind so we sail again right into them before we have the time to change our course, an act, a word some quality we lack-- attractions to the types of things we do with conscience slack. It's not all bad, however, for all yins there is a yang. Our winds will change direction and our different fates will hang in the balance that we're striking with the choices that we make knowing that there's consequence for the path we want to take.
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