He lives at dark and dreary depths
From winter storms he takes his breath
There are no walls to mark his maze
Of empty views and endless waves
The sea in waves of emptiness
Would wash away all evidence
Of where he's been or ought to be
And set him wandering aimlessly
And so the whale must concentrate
Hold his bearings and navigate
He doesn't mind the waves or wind
For he carries peace within
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