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

Like the horseshoe
In its season sheds its shell
Such distance from our
Like a scratch across a
Made everything wrong

anywhere we stood
And our paper blew
Before we'd the bay
So half-blind we wrote songs
On sheets of salty

You caught me making
At the other boat men's
And heard me louder
At the jokes by their daughters

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

To navigate adulterous
The propeller's spinning
acquaintance with the waves
As mistakes I've made

No rowing could
The low on the mast
to say I've got no past
But I'm
The librarian and son
With tarnish on my

And mildew on my
I'd want someone so crass
As to someone like me
But a few leagues off the
I bit a lure

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

Is a as useless
As a rod a reel
To an anchor 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 we keep it short
I a thimble full of fire
And I'm not ever back

Oh, my God!

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

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