Then sail, my fine lady, on the billowing wave -The water below is as dark as the grave,And maybe you'll sink in your li — Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad
Then sail, my fine lady, on the billowing wave -The water below is as dark as the grave,And maybe you'll sink in your li — Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad
Then sail, my fine lady, on the billowing wave -The water below is as dark as the grave,And maybe you'll sink in your li — Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad
Then sail, my fine lady, on the billowing wave -The water below is as dark as the grave,And maybe you'll sink in your li — Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad
Then sail, my fine lady, on the billowing wave -The water below is as dark as the grave,And maybe you'll sink in your li — Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad
Then sail, my fine lady, on the billowing wave -The water below is as dark as the grave,And maybe you'll sink in your li — Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad
Then sail, my fine lady, on the billowing wave -The water below is as dark as the grave,And maybe you'll sink in your li — Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad
Then sail, my fine lady, on the billowing wave -The water below is as dark as the grave,And maybe you'll sink in your li — Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad
Then sail, my fine lady, on the billowing wave -The water below is as dark as the grave,And maybe you'll sink in your li — Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad
Then sail, my fine lady, on the billowing wave -The water below is as dark as the grave,And maybe you'll sink in your li — Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad
Then sail, my fine lady, on the billowing wave -The water below is as dark as the grave,And maybe you'll sink in your li — Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad
Then sail, my fine lady, on the billowing wave -The water below is as dark as the grave,And maybe you'll sink in your li — Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad
Then sail, my fine lady, on the billowing wave -The water below is as dark as the grave,And maybe you'll sink in your li — Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad
Then sail, my fine lady, on the billowing wave -The water below is as dark as the grave,And maybe you'll sink in your li — Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad
Then sail, my fine lady, on the billowing wave -The water below is as dark as the grave,And maybe you'll sink in your li — Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad
Then sail, my fine lady, on the billowing wave -The water below is as dark as the grave,And maybe you'll sink in your li — Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad
Then sail, my fine lady, on the billowing wave -The water below is as dark as the grave,And maybe you'll sink in your li — Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad
Then sail, my fine lady, on the billowing wave -The water below is as dark as the grave,And maybe you'll sink in your li — Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad
Then sail, my fine lady, on the billowing wave -The water below is as dark as the grave,And maybe you'll sink in your li — Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad
Then sail, my fine lady, on the billowing wave -The water below is as dark as the grave,And maybe you'll sink in your li — Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad
Then sail, my fine lady, on the billowing wave -The water below is as dark as the grave,And maybe you'll sink in your li — Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad
Then sail, my fine lady, on the billowing wave -The water below is as dark as the grave,And maybe you'll sink in your li — Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad
Then sail, my fine lady, on the billowing wave -The water below is as dark as the grave,And maybe you'll sink in your li — Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad
Then sail, my fine lady, on the billowing wave -The water below is as dark as the grave,And maybe you'll sink in your li — Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad
Then sail, my fine lady, on the billowing wave -The water below is as dark as the grave,And maybe you'll sink in your li — Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad
Then sail, my fine lady, on the billowing wave -The water below is as dark as the grave,And maybe you'll sink in your li — Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad
Then sail, my fine lady, on the billowing wave -The water below is as dark as the grave,And maybe you'll sink in your li — Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad
Then sail, my fine lady, on the billowing wave -The water below is as dark as the grave,And maybe you'll sink in your li — Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad
Then sail, my fine lady, on the billowing wave -The water below is as dark as the grave,And maybe you'll sink in your li — Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad
Then sail, my fine lady, on the billowing wave -The water below is as dark as the grave,And maybe you'll sink in your li — Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad
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Then sail, my fine lady, on the billowing wave -The water below is as dark as the grave,And maybe you'll sink in your little blue boat -It's hope, and hope only, that keeps us afloat

— Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad
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