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I have chains but no locks, a seat but no legs. I can take you high into the sky, yet I never leave the ground. A push or a pump will make me go.

I connect what was broken I join either side You cross me when ready I swallow my pride I carry your burdens wherever you stride But burn me in anger and your world comes untied They bid for my hand and I dealt what I could A captain once stood on my back in the flood I fill what's been broken in jawbone or wood And some live beneath me misunderstood In music I move you from verse to refrain A river runs under me heavy with rain I'm crossed by the daring abandoned in vain I'm nothing but passage between pleasure and pain

In the galley of the sea, when the pipes be clogged, Ye'll find this tool, matey, where the waters be bogged. With a grip like a kraken and a seal strong and tight, It battles the blockage with all of its might.

In peace it glides, with wings so pure, a gentle emblem, soft and sure. In olive branches, tales are spun, its mission clear, yet wars are won.