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'I do not
We insist
Sailing in our ships
And in tiny caravel
Tiring of trying, there's a dying

Like the horseshoe
In its season sheds its shell
Such distance our friends
Like a scratch across a
everything look wrong

From we stood
And our blew away
Before left the bay
So half-blind we wrote these
On of salty wood

You caught me eyes
At the other boat men's
And heard me louder
At the jokes told by their

I'd set my course for
But you understand
It a steady hand

To adulterous waters
The spinning blades
acquaintance with the waves
As there's I've made

No could outrun
The low on the mast
Like to say I've got no
But I'm
The librarian and son
With tarnish on my

And mildew on my
I'd want someone so crass
As to want like me
But a few leagues off the
I bit a lure

And I you, it was not
it expected it to be
I taste its kiss
dull hook in my lip

Is a as useless
As a rod without a
To an ever dropped
yet still-docked

Captain napping
With his first at the wheel
forgetfully along
With no to be strong

We keep our long
And when we we keep it short
I drank a full of fire
And I'm not coming back

Oh, my God!

'I do not exist,' we insist
While watching the heavy ship
Of we knew

If you come near
I'll hold up high a
Lord, I could show you
Anything as as You