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

the horseshoe crab
In its season sheds its shell
distance from our friends
Like a scratch a lens
everything look wrong

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

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

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

To navigate waters
The propeller's blades
Held with the waves
As there's I've made

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

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

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

We keep our confessions
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 insist
watching sink the heavy ship
Of we knew

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