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One ship drives east, the other drives west With the self same winds that blow. 'Tis the set of the sails And not the gales Which tells us the way to go.  Like the winds of the sea are the ways of fate, As we voyage along through life. 'Tis the set of a soul That decides it's goal, And not the calm or the strife. Author: Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850-1919)
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