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

the horseshoe crab
In its season sheds its shell
Such distance our friends
a scratch across a lens
Made everything look

anywhere we stood
And our blew away
we'd left the bay
So we wrote these songs
On sheets of salty

You caught me making
At the boat men's wives
And heard me laughing
At the jokes told by their

I'd set my for land
But you understand
It takes a hand

To navigate adulterous
The propeller's blades
Held acquaintance the waves
As there's mistakes I've

No rowing could
The cloth low on the
Like to say got no past
But I'm
The librarian and son
With on my brass

And mildew on my
I'd never want someone so
As to someone like me
But a few off the shore
I bit a lure

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

Is a memory as
As a rod without a
To an ever dropped
Seasick yet

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

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

Oh, my God!

'I do not exist,' we faithfully
While watching sink the ship
Of everything we

If ever you come
hold up high a mirror
Lord, I never show you
as beautiful as You