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- It is still a year to break damnés stays, Traverser and to puff out caplan, One year of misery to cross the seas to bring back to ground a package of the Hell.
It is still a year stuck under the spray, the hammered hull of storms without end, One year that the old men call damnée, But it is necessary well there to go that the dangers import. It is one year cursed where even with quay with the port, Hardly repaired the dishes edges, sweating of efforts, It is necessary for us to set out again towards the ices of north, Essayer to fish without souquer the old ports.
It is one year rotten, but it is necessary well to fill the holds with salpetre without having all to rot And put its pride of sailor on side If it is not wanted that mourning does not take its household. It is always necessary having to take the broad one in time, Without never stopping, to leave some money A those remained with ground, by trimant blood and water For a potato which would be missing to them.
And even if it is hard, that it is necessary to be put up With the Natural Injury which makes of it us Undoubtedly dribble with next one will make a festival And one will forget all, ready with other conquests.
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- Minolta SRT-101, Mamiya RB 67, Nikon D70, Minolta Dynax 700si