While racing home upon the foam of ocean down below,
two captains share a single ship and on it they must go.
The first steers hard, the other's sparred; the helm's pulled to and fro.
A captain red, a captain blue, upon the sea they go.
Their ship it be a'sailing free across the ocean vast.
And all the while the captains are a'warring near the mast.
The ship a'tossed, the captains lost, the time for peace has past.
A captain red, a captain blue, assailing near the mast.
The man of blue, whom always knew the wildly ways of red,
held up his hands to bid him, "Cease!" or else they'd both be dead.
Their powers clash, their tempers flash, his plea unseen by red.
A captain red, a captain blue, whom always rue the dead
Unsheathing swords they're leaping boards and swearing as they chide.
Each hopes to land the other with a flesh wound in the side.
The helm unmanned, the crew disband, the ship floats with the tide
A captain red, a captain blue, are leaping near the side.
A gentle man, the bluish man; a thinker stark and true.
Maliciously the other has a'run this fellow through.
The sea's received, the man aggrieved, the gentle man in blue.
A captain red, a captain blue, the bluish man run through.
The red man lives and from him gives both passions wild and free
to every man he's come across; and that means you and me.
In every man are captains strong; both blue and red they be.
Control the two, the red and blue, and then you can be free.
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