Foreword

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You will never know how many miles I will walk to find you, darling.
How many years will go by
How many roads I will struggle to cross
How many nights I'll lay down and cry
How I will be in mourning.

But fret not, my lovely, for you shall see,
What will become of you and me
Where we will build up from what we lost
Fantasy to reality
And together we shall rise in the morning.

This is written most eloquently for my parter, my lover, someone most definitely and equally in love with this ship with me, and the best thing in my life.

Although it's always raining here, we shall rise.

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