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.The Sailor Invicto

The coldest wind which fills my sails
Sent colder chills throughout my spine
As now the rigging grimly wails
That mast is all set to recline

The taut sinews binding my bones
I felt tighten into a knot
We're on this strait, that chart disowns
And even God may have forgot

The land seemed farther than it's been
Farther than dawn which is to break
In doomed contest lie in between
Me and my boat, should one be weak

My boat! Fail not ahead of me
We're not to know how deep these graves
Rally your strength, your strength that be
For I've resolved to ride the waves!

Should Fate prevail and sound our call
Mark that we've fought, and fought so well
Against great foes, we don't feel small
Nary we've bent our knees to knell!
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Against great foes, we don't feel small
Nary have bent our knees to knell!

Against great foes, we don't feel small
Our knees, nary did bend to knell!

Against great foes, we don't feel small
Our knees nary have bent to knell!

Which of the above seemed better?