[Verse 1] My father built it in the breaks at work over a year or two No glass case Dust settled on the deck into the rigging across the sails [Verse 2] It was cleaned once and some of it gave way A few repairs ended in clear tape Years later we put it back on the table [Verse 3] He washed the sails passed me the tools I took the tape off I glued the mast back [Verse 4] I found the plans online checked where each line ran fed it through the blocks tied it to the pin [Short Instrumental] [Verse 5] The old flags had been set toward the stern Water and white glue I shaped the folds before they dried Toward the bow this time [Outro] The lines still need coiling No glass case yet [End]
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