In the roughest seas and stormy skies. Weathering shady deals and blatant lies. Compass held with sextant high. We plot our course through dark grey skies. Never veering from magnetic North. We face the challenge, we know our worth. Through flotsam and jetsam, over thunderstorms. We ride the lightning, we do not mourn. We are The Bar Pilots, our mission pure. To always rock, forever endure.
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