Europa...
Distant and lonely.
Black boat, large moon,
in my bag, nothing.
Well as I know the ocean,
I shall never reach Europa.
Over the plain through the wind,
black boat, red moon.
Death keeps a watch on me
from Europa's guards.
Oh, such a long way to go!
And, oh, my spirited boat!
Ah, but death awaits me
before I ever reach the shore
Europa
Distant and lonely...
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