Toppled from boat in storm, afloat five days in sea;
Only rain to drink and air to feed but nowhere to flee.
Salty waves whip in day, fishes bite in night!
Oh god, will there be no end to this plight?
There comes the angel, a foreign merchant ship;
Death is defeated by a whisker, like a miracle in grip!!!
Only rain to drink and air to feed but nowhere to flee.
Salty waves whip in day, fishes bite in night!
Oh god, will there be no end to this plight?
There comes the angel, a foreign merchant ship;
Death is defeated by a whisker, like a miracle in grip!!!
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