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'I do not
We faithfully
Sailing in our ships
And coming in tiny
of trying, there's a necessary dying

Like the crab
In its proper season its shell
Such from our friends
a scratch across a lens
Made look wrong

anywhere we stood
And our blew away
we'd left the bay
So half-blind we wrote songs
On of salty wood

You caught me eyes
At the other boat wives
And heard me laughing
At the jokes by their daughters

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

To navigate waters
The spinning blades
Held acquaintance the waves
As there's mistakes I've

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

And on my glass
I'd never want someone so
As to want like me
But a few leagues off the
I bit a flashing

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

Is a memory as
As a rod a reel
To an ever dropped
Seasick yet

spotted napping
With his first mate at the
Floating along
With no to be strong

We our confessions long
And when we pray we keep it
I drank a thimble of fire
And I'm not ever back

Oh, my God!

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

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