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

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

From anywhere we
And our paper blew
Before left the bay
So half-blind we these songs
On sheets of wood

You caught me eyes
At the boat men's wives
And me laughing louder
At the jokes by their daughters

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

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

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

And mildew on my
I'd never someone so crass
As to want like me
But a few off the shore
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 memory as
As a rod without a
To an anchor dropped
yet still-docked

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

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

Oh, my God!

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

If you come near
I'll up high a mirror
Lord, I could never you
Anything as as You