He shall be my jailer
Who sets me free
From shackles frailer
Than the wind-spun sea.
He shall be my teacher
Who cries " Be brave, "
To a weeping creature
In a glass-walled wave.
But he shall be my brother
Whose mocking despair
Dives headlong to smother
In the weeds of my hair.
Who sets me free
From shackles frailer
Than the wind-spun sea.
He shall be my teacher
Who cries " Be brave, "
To a weeping creature
In a glass-walled wave.
But he shall be my brother
Whose mocking despair
Dives headlong to smother
In the weeds of my hair.
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