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

Like the horseshoe
In its proper season sheds its
distance from our friends
Like a scratch across a
Made everything look

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

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

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

To adulterous waters
The propeller's blades
Held with the waves
As there's mistakes made

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

And on my glass
I'd never want so crass
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 taste its kiss
dull hook in my lip

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

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

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

Oh, my God!

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

If ever you come
I'll hold up a mirror
Lord, I never show you
Anything as as You